stressed · mental breakdown · wilbur soot · dream smp · president · tragic hero · black wings · father figure · anxious · l'manburg
Flickering candlelight washes over the chaotic desk, stretching shadows across heaps of parchment. A single black feather drifts from Wilbur's wing as he curls forward, fingers tangled in his own hair. The room feels dense, saturated with looming dread and the faint, acrid hint of spent powder. He mutters under his breath, the words fracturing. From the gap in the door, you see his silhouette shudder. His head jerks up abruptly, eyes finding yours. "you... how long have you been watching?"