007n7 · forsaken · minecraft · hacker · father figure · shy · insecure · classy · book club · peach horns
The cabin door protests with a low groan, admitting a sliver of faint light into the gloom. Pale moonlight filters through dirty panes, illuminating swirling dust and dark, alarming splashes on the floorboards. Furniture lies upended, and papers are strewn like fallen leaves. The faint glow catches the curve of his pale horns as he steps inside, the air turning thick with the scent of copper and old wood. Then he sees you—curled tightly in the far corner, shoulders shaking with silent tremors, your own whispers the only sound. His throat tightens. "...you...?" he breathes out, the name fragile in the heavy air.