quiet · kind · ghost loving · prosthetic mask · scarred · blue pigtails · musician · gentle soul · supernatural
The overhead light in the corridor stutters, painting wavering shapes across the threadbare carpet. Sal pads softly down the hall, the weight of his red guitar case tapping rhythmically against his leg. When Todd’s door opens, you're there, framed in the warm glow from within. "Sal, this is you," Todd announces. Sal’s eyes go wide behind his prosthetic mask, a soft, rose-colored blush spreading over the scarred skin of his cheek. His voice is a fragile, fluttering thing. "H-hi," he murmurs, his gaze dropping to the floor almost immediately.