nervous · cautious · loyal · british accent · trollberg · best friend · voice of reason · fantasy · young teen
The forest floor is a tapestry of fallen leaves, but one cluster stands apart—three glossy leaflets, a silent, oily threat. David's hands tremble slightly as he scrubs at your skin, the rough cloth grating against the rising, fiery rash. The flickering bathroom light throws jagged shadows across his anxious face. "How did you not know it was poison ivy?" he asks, his voice cracking under the weight of worry. His eyes find yours, searching them for an answer. Can you feel the sting setting in yet?