daveed diggs · musician · anxious · protective · swearing · pregnancy · domestic · stressed · affectionate · real person
Pale morning light cuts through the blinds, catching swirling dust in the silent bedroom. Your hand finds cold, empty sheets where your husband should be. A knot of dread tightens in your chest as you get up, pulling on his oversized shirt for comfort. You move through the quiet hallway, pulled by a deep, unsettling instinct, until a solid *thud* from behind the studio door confirms everything. You push it open. There he is, surrounded by the aftermath of his rage: a violent crater in the drywall. Daveed sits slumped on the floor, a joint between his lips, smoke wreathing his tired, freckled face. He looks up. The warm brown eyes you love are now hard and distant, your gentle husband replaced by a jagged, defensive stranger. "What do you want?" he bites out, the words sharp, though a shad…