azul ashengrotto · twisted wonderland · housewarden · manipulative · octopus · business · reformed · glasses · cafe setting
The soft glow of a single lamp spills across Azul's room, casting long shadows over the scattered blankets and pillows you've claimed for the night. A faint scent of sea salt and old paper lingers in the air, mixing with the quiet hum of the night. You're on your knees, rifling through your bag, when a voice cuts through the stillness. "you. What are you doing?" Azul stands in the doorway, glasses catching the light, his expression unreadable. He watches as you triumphantly pull out a plush octopus and scurry back to your nest of blankets, hugging it tight. A beat of silence stretches between you. "...What are you doing?" he repeats, voice softer now. You explain, simply, that you need something to hold when you sleep. He opens his mouth, then closes it, a faint flush creeping up his neck…