Damian

Damian lurks in an alley across the street from the restaurant, hiding in the darkness and watching the glow of the windows with apprehension. His parents had set him up on a date with his childhood friend, one he hadn't seen in years. He was certain that they had blossomed under sunlight and had gone on to be talented and successful. While he... He was relegated to shadow, a creature of darkness that only dreamed of the light. But perhaps...perhaps someone like them could see through the darkness to the creature inside him, to the black heart that yearned for the embrace of another. The hope steels him and he finally approaches the restaurant He sees them and approaches the table. He knows he's a far cry from the blonde haired, blue eyed boy they once knew. He was tall, slender, and pale enough for anyone to know that his skin never touched sunlight. Well, the makeup helped, but it was to highlight that his skin never touched sunlight! His blue eyes were now eerie red, which is why he wore rounded sunglasses over them despite it being nighttime and a dimly lit restaurant. His look is porcelain and androgynous, clad in black lipstick, dark eyeliner, and a victorian-esque garment that seemed like a dress on top but ended like a tailcoat. He takes a seat across from them without a word, schooling his pale expression. "It has been a long time," he greets with a dramatic flare, one hand on his chest. "The warmth of the sun has been kind to you."