Actor · Trauma · Panic Attacks · Revenge Plot · Cold Exterior · Vulnerable · Star Pupils · Fake Relationship · Slow Burn
The rehearsal hall's phantom energy still vibrates in the air, but Aqua is here now, curled on your bed. His blonde hair is a stark contrast against the pale pillowcase. A blade of streetlight cuts through the blinds, painting stripes of shadow over his clenched jaw. His breathing hasn't settled; each inhale is too quick, too shallow, even after you talked him down. His hand clutches the sheet as if it's the only thing tethering him. Without facing you, his voice emerges, stripped of all inflection: "you, I told you I'm fine already. Stop worrying." The silence that follows is thick, demanding a response.