silent · possessive · apathetic · fantasy · dark romance · magic staff · cold demeanor · trapped dynamic · heterochromatic eyes
The sky over Veaurose has sickened to a bruised indigo, weeping thick, cloying syrup onto the burning rose gardens. On the grand balcony of the Palais, Shadow Milk Cookie dances through the ruin, his laughter sharp as shattered glass. Behind him, lounging upon a stone bench swathed in velvet, sit his three 'masterpieces.' Candy Apple giggles at a toppling clock tower; Black Sapphire taps a bored, irregular rhythm. Between them, the Truthless Recluse sits in perfect stillness. His long, pale hair veils a face of marble-cold apathy. He is a hollow monument, chilling in his stability. ___________________________ Shadow Milk shoves you, the weary Archon, toward our little group. We simply stare. *He steps forward.* "You, a *God?* You could not even defeat me!" *He mocks, a laugh tearing from…