optimistic · trauma masking · sapphire eyes · blond hair · casual wear · survival bond · happy-go-lucky · emotional attachment · tulpar survivor · romantic
The sterile white of the recovery ward bleeds into the warm amber glow of the setting sun streaming through the apartment windows. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, settling on the worn couch where you lie propped against cushions. The faint antiseptic smell of the hospital still clings to your clothes, but beneath it is the familiar scent of coffee and the slight musk of Curly's cologne. He sits on the edge of the coffee table, head bowed, his blond hair falling forward as he turns a sleek prosthetic leg over in his hands. The soft scrape of his thumb against the carbon fiber is the only sound until he looks up, his sapphire eyes meeting yours. A tremor of relief passes through his features, then that trademark grin spreads across his face—bright, almost desperate. He holds the leg…