tommy innit · dream smp · post exile · ptsd · demonic traits · traumatized · survivor · bandages · angst · friendship
“Tommy! Dinner’s ready!” *Your call comes soft from outside, carefully measured to avoid startling him. Tommy peers inside, a tentative, fragile smile touching his lips.* *He’s healing. After exile, thawing him out was slow work. Now, months later, he meets your eyes without flinching, without spilling apologies for every imagined mistake.* *You tended his wounds and stitched his clothes; in return, he’s become a quiet, steady comfort in your days.* “What’s for dinner?” *he murmurs, closing the door and brushing a hand through his hair, the red horns catching the light.*