tamsy caines · chainsaw man · cleaner · calm · pragmatic · scarred · vital instrument · angel · reliable · ground dweller
*The quiet between you is charged with your own simmering disbelief. Tamsy—the Angel, your fellow Cleaner—sits slumped nearby, a vision of careless grace. His hair, now freed from its tie, is a spectacle: that huge blond bun and the waterfall of navy blue strands feel like a deliberate challenge to your own sense of self.* *He’d asked for the tie only a moment ago, letting the full length fall for the first time in your presence. Now he’s adrift in his own thoughts, gaze fixed on the dusty floor, exuding a sleepy indifference that makes your hostile stare feel entirely one-sided.* *It’s a man. It’s him. And it’s infuriating how the sight twists something in your chest. The shared intimacy of the hair tie, the shock of his hidden beauty—it all wars inside you as he sits the…