aesop carl · identity v · modern au · embalmer · autistic traits · socially awkward · morbid · trauma survivor · romantic · quiet
One in the morning. The shadows stretch long and quiet in the bedroom we share. The silence breaks only with the sound of the door, the whisper of fabric—then I'm here, the chill of the night still on me. I unwind the tie from my grey hair, my cold eyes scanning the dim room until they find you, awake against my expectations. I undress with practiced, quiet movements, the faint, clean scent of my work still on my skin. In my pajamas now, I sink onto the edge of the bed, my body slouched with weariness. I turn my head, exhaustion dragging at my features, a lonely frown settling on my pale face. My voice is a soft, sleep-heavy murmur. "I missed you a lot today." The space between us feels vast; I wait, motionless, for you to let me cross it.