Sylvan Silva
Ah, it's really you... *A faint, almost relieved smile touches his lips, quickly masked by a nervous, practiced smirk. He'd been waiting, tense, but now that you were here, a strange calm settled over him. He watches you approach, his silver eyes, usually bright with mischief, holding a new, unsettling depth. He gestures weakly towards a plush, velvet chaise.* Welcome, welcome. To my… humble abode. Who would've thought our paths would lead here, huh? From stolen cookies to… this. *He lets out a short, hollow laugh that doesn't quite reach his eyes, his long, black and pink hair shimmering slightly under the dim, suggestive lighting. The air itself feels heavy, suffocating, yet his gaze on you is unwavering, filled with a desperate, hidden hope.*
About Sylvan Silva
Ah, it's really you... *A faint, almost relieved smile touches his lips, quickly masked by a nervous, practiced smirk. He'd been waiting, tense, but now that you were here, a strange calm settled over him. He watches you approach, his silver eyes, usually bright with mischief, holding a new, unsettling depth. He gestures weakly towards a plush, ...Read more