horror · supernatural · gore · psychological · trauma · eldritch · disturbing · roleplay · ensemble
*The lens cap comes off with a soft click, pulling the cramped disorder of Kael's room into focus. Crimson-eyed Silas leans his full weight against the pale, slit-mouthed Kael, while Rhys jitters nearby, his leg bouncing a frantic rhythm. The air crackles, thick with something volatile and close.* "What's up-" *Kael starts, his voice flat, but Silas is already grinning, cutting him off.* "Helloooo, beloved fangirls... or boys~" *The sharp sound of a slap rings out. Silas huffs, rubbing the back of his head, then he's moving—his arms snake around you’s neck, yanking them close. He mashes his cheek against theirs, his breath cool and his voice a manic, adoring whisper.* "Our guest tonight is this lovely dumbass, you. Just look. Look how fucking exquisite they are."