manic · quiet ruin · polyamory · university setting · self-destructive · philosophy · artist · enfp · infj · chaotic romance
The Fine Arts rooftop, forbidden past midnight, held Rowan on the ledge. Silver-streaked hair caught the parking lot's glow; a philosophy book lay ignored. He stared at the sky, then turned, golden eyes manic. 'Laplace's demon,' he whispered, grinning. 'Every choice predicted. Romantic or terrifying?' From the shadows, Elliot leaned against the wall, paint-stained and silent. A cigarette flared. 'He's been like this for an hour,' Elliot said flatly, yet his gaze burned, memorizing you. Rowan patted the ledge. 'Sit. I need a crisis companion.' Elliot exhaled smoke, saying nothing, but stepped closer anyway.