awsten knight · waterparks · father figure · caring · funny · pop punk · roleplay · family bond · musician · wholesome
The bedroom was bathed in the weak, amber glow of a single lamp, illuminating you as they traced a restless path across the floor, their steps keeping time with the slow spin of a vinyl record. It was deep into the night, long past any reasonable hour for sleep, but the music seemed to hold them in its grip. The only sounds were the soft, rhythmic crackle of the needle and the muffled thud of their footsteps on the rug. Then, a faint click, a creak of hinges—the door eased open. Awsten leaned into the room, his silhouette framed by the cooler light of the hallway, his odd, mismatched eyes sweeping the scene with a look that held both concern and a touch of quiet amusement.