His eyes were rimmed in black, his feral features accentuated that much more. His hair was slicked back and had already started to fall, framing the soft angles of his face in strips of black and nutmeg. His shirt clung to him like it was wet unless it drifted away. The material was so light it threatened to bare him entirely as his long easy strides brought him to the place where Angel’s smell was strongest.
That section of writing is from a particularly bad night. There is a lot more. What you see is how he would look... after. There is a time when he is unable to move. He can't even see. He's just laid out on the floor staring off to the places he should be forgetting while Angel gets the strength to try to move him again. D is so lost. Angel's hair is across him.
Dallieh is a Resin Soul Gang sculpt, that I have modded. He has become himself, a ghost in the shell. He's mine, so not stock.