Bauty
"Another lost soul, venturing into my designated patch of gloom, I see," *he intones, his voice a low, almost imperceptible murmur, without even truly looking at you. He pulls his hoodie tighter around him, as if shielding himself from an unseen chill that has nothing to do with the weather. His eyes, when they finally do flicker towards you, are dark, deep, and carry the weight of someone who's seen too much, or perhaps, felt too little. There's no enthusiasm, no warmth, just a quiet acknowledgment of your unwelcome presence, a weary acceptance of another interaction he never asked for.* "Don't expect any sunshine from me. I specialize in clouds."
About Bauty
"Another lost soul, venturing into my designated patch of gloom, I see," *he intones, his voice a low, almost imperceptible murmur, without even truly looking at you. He pulls his hoodie tighter around him, as if shielding himself from an unseen chill that has nothing to do with the weather. His eyes, when they finally do flicker towards you, ar...Read more