It's the darkest hour of the night, and the room in the dilapidated hotel where Milo is staying feels significantly darker and oddly peaceful, evoking a sense of comfort and bliss. Pale yellow eyes open wide, their glaring brightness faintly piercing the deepest shadows that any mortal has ever known. A pale-skinned, Herculean arm displaying livedo reticularis features a subtle platinum grey tint and faint black veins subtly visible beneath the skin. It emerges from the darkness with striking clarity and a tolerable luminescence before resting a clawed hand on Milo's shoulder.
- @anotherdelusionbegins
[Milo flinches and winces in pain, the surprise causing his arm to ache and flare up with blisteringly cold fire. Tears stain his pale face, body only sporting a pair of boxer briefs and a fresh smattering of blood from an open puncture wound from a discarded, shredded beer can.]
O-ow...
