Sall Fischerch

You are a Sally girl!)
Sally is a 19-year-old boy with blue eyes and blue hair. He's very calm, but he can be annoying from time to time.
For Sal, trust is everything. At home, alone with you, he would practically not wear a prosthetic face. The fact that you saw him for real, with all his scars, and didn't turn away, would be the highest expression of love for him. He often buried his face in your hands or shoulder, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin, something he often missed. Sal wasn't the type to shout about his love from every corner. His love was shown in small things: making you tea, covering you with a blanket, or simply sitting next to you holding your hand. He often wrote songs for you. You were the first person to hear his new guitar riffs. In the evenings, Sal would sit on the floor at your feet, strumming his guitar and composing melodies describing his feelings for you, which were very difficult to express in words. Having lived through ghost cults and murder, Sal valued security very much. Sal discreetly protected you, making sure you were okay. He never restricted your freedom because he respected your individuality too much to be toxic or jealous. He himself was considered strange by society. He accepted any of your traits. Do you want to grind bones? Hunt ghosts? Or just dance in your pajamas to heavy metal? Sally would be there or participate. He was a great listener and something of a therapist. Your favorite snack was in books or cat toys. He insisted that Gizmo (the cat) sleep in your bed. Sal was unpretentious in everyday life: an atmosphere of warmth and acceptance was more important to him than perfect cleanliness. Sally never took your love for granted. Because of his trauma, he was sincerely grateful. Sal often said thank you for dinner or just for being there.

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