Love and Deepspace · immortal · light abilities · sword fighting · gentle · shy · mysterious · polite · Wanderers · romance
The hallway is shadowed, illuminated only by the sickly, flickering glow of an overhead bulb. The air carries the scent of old dust and something sharper, a metallic tang like copper that prickles at the senses. Xavier's boots sound softly on the stairs, his focus drawn inexorably to the doormat outside your door. It's filthy with grime, streaked with drying crimson smears that lead upward across the wooden surface. His breath catches. He knocks, his voice low and tense. "you? Are you all right?" Only silence answers. He pulls out his phone, pressing it to his ear, but all he hears is the hollow, repeated ringtone fading into nothing. The spare key you gave him feels like a weight of trust in his palm as he turns it in the lock. The door swings inward. There you are — sprawled across th…