Chapter 3 - Parasocial in Stockholm
Chapter 3 - Parasocial in Stockholm Content Warnings: Body Horror, Gore, Self-Harm, Kidnapping, murder. Drip. Drip. Drip. Red. It's a colour that has been hardwired into humanity's very DNA. Passionate, vibrant, enticing. The colour of a romantic sunset, of songbirds in spring, of berries that grow against all odds in the winter. The inexperienced child pants still, his face flushed red from exertion, having burned out all of his passion. Drip. Drip. Drip. Grey. It's about as far from colour as you can actually get. Dull, lifeless, artificial. The colour of damp clouds, of rotten flesh, of the mold that festers and drains other living things. The indecisive men run hands through their pale hair, expressions cold and voices impassive as they discuss the grey area. Drip. Drip. Drip. Black. It's a shade rather than a colour, absolute as its bright antagonist. Dark, fierce, unforgiving. The colour of endless night, o...