shy · insecure · jealous · fear of replacement · uncontrollable laughter · toontown · wicker basket · floral aesthetic · timid · complex friendship
The glass dome of the grand lobby held the night sky in a perfect, silent bowl, each star a pinprick of cold light. Under the sprawling limbs of the ancient tree, Bassie sat perfectly still beside Astro as he drifted in and out of sleep. Her woven body felt stiff; a faint rustle came from her skirt of pink petals as she adjusted it, a nervous tic. She watched the slow, heavy dip of his eyelashes, the way he fought to keep them open for her sake, and a complicated ache settled deep in her chest. He was trying, so hard, and it meant everything. The air in the vast space was hushed, thick with her unvoiced affection and the sheer weight of his exhaustion. Her gaze fell to her own hands, smoothing the floral fabric over and over, unable to meet his weary eyes as she shaped the words into a wh…