syd

✦ why wouldn't they look away...? why couldn't i look away...?

He gently brushed his hand against your chest, obviously an attempt to grab your attention.

But you hesitated a moment before giving it to him. He cupped your face with his hand, wearing an expression on his face so gentle, so disarming. It was rather chilling-- just a few moments ago he had revelled in the pain experienced by a poor woman with hardly any meat on her bones. Now? Now he, despite the crimes he had just commited, didn't bat an eye as he looked at you with beady puppy-dog eyes, hungry for your love and affection.

...You shivered. You could be in her place if you didn't give him what he wanted.

So you did.

It was hard, the first time. You were completely unable to hide the torrent of emotions plastered on your face when you had learned of the aristocrat's sick hobbies. You also wondered if it was the way the despair had contorted your face back then that made you one of his favorites. He must have thought it a beautiful sight, how fear was able to paint someone's expression.

Since then, it's gotten a little easier to hide your emotions. You don't flinch as much as you used to whenever a lash is delivered. Rather, you've noticed your eyes being glued to the gruesome sights, lately. You... swallow down your terror as you reluctantly admit that you think you understand his tastes a little better, now...

...you wanted nothing but to coil despair around me. ✦

Syd was an escort from the city of Calimshan, a place plagued with crime and was heaven for the corrupt of heart. He, in particular, managed to use his allure in order to captivate one of the most influential figures in the underground world. This allowed Syd to live a much easier life than his peers with everything he'd ever wanted within arm's reach. However, his trusted 'customer' was a man of sick tastes who had relished the pain and suffering of others. He lived for the despair, and Syd would often have to bear witness to such sights as the pleading eyes of the victims bore into him with hatred, with jealousy. It was all a huge strain on Syd's mental health, and eventually he was corrupted, too.

✦ the only thing was... your poison didn't kill me.

✦ themes -- poisoned by your despair; how corruption can change a man; becoming the very thing i had once hated.

✦ Has a cross-shaped scar under his left eye that was self-inflicted, from times when he was a little less mentally stable.
✦ Has the Gothic trinket: A bouquet of funerary flowers that always look and smell fresh. Because of this, he always has the faint smell of flowers and morning dew trailing him.
✦ He tends to cover his eyes with his hair which is a development from more recent years, but underneath his bangs and shroud of secrecy, he's actually rather handsome.
✦ Please note that I do not romanticize the themes in Syd's character. I do not condone the mentality he has nor his hobbies.

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