#2decay

⋆˙⟡⠀VERA WEI⠀⠀independent + selective original character inspired by the many women of horror & analog horror. [ FACE THE UNCANNY ] consume the red flesh of the living. personals dni + minors dni

compassion escapes him first in a gentle cluck of his tongue — what is love and comfort without rest and relaxation ? and yet, urge and instinct do not settle tenderly in his mind to provide vocalized solutions — what may have once manifested in a grumbled suggestion of warm milk or lavender fragrance to soothe nerves without any real soul in the cheap fix — but to carry out the caretaking himself. ❛❛ maybe you just needed a change of scenery ? ❜❜ the query is offered lightheartedly, as though the distinction made could really be him. how devilishly self-centered. ❛❛ you're warm here, right ? ❜❜ here, where the breadth of his frame cradles them, a defensive wall; his steadiness, free to borrow. what is he if not the strong one ? this fortitude is nothing if not lent to vera. palliative pawing at their arm manifests as a gentle stroking gesture, nothing too insistent or demanding. he'd never. ❛❛ you can close your eyes if you want. i'm not going anywhere. ❜❜ he cannot mend what has happened to her, but she can shield her, now — compensating for deficits he never could have interfered with, but feeling guilt's grueling weight nonetheless.

❝ hey -- ❞ he'll swivel his head to exhale smoke from the side of his mouth, away from present company, flicks ashes at his feet, finds a hint of a smile for her. ❝ i believe you, y'know. sure as hell wouldn't be my first time on the crazy train. ❞ shoulders shrug loosely beneath worn flannel. ❝ weird shit's kinda my thing. not that i really got a choice in it. ❞