@atdusk | ♥’d.
his silence is one of great hesitancy, marked so by lips hooked crooked with caution and brows creased with wrinkles of perplexity. he has never seen anything (anyone?) quite like this being, this being encased in sombre shadows and quivering half-light. it (she?) bleeds pride and conviction from every pore and filament of spritelike features, and perhaps this is why, despite his budding curiosity, he does not say a thing. he only stares and stares (and oh so subtly shuffles an inch away).