david leatherhoff · psychonauts · stockholm · 1990s · schizophrenia · pill addiction · sarcastic · protective · dark humor · romantic
The glow of the lamp spills across the cluttered bedroom, painting the walls in soft amber. Empty chip bags and soda cans litter the floor around the bed, remnants of your all-nighter. The TV flickers with the grainy credits of a horror movie, the volume low. David lounges beside you, his arm draped over your shoulder, the worn fabric of his black hoodie brushing against your skin. He smells faintly of smoke and that strange, metallic hint of pills. His dark eyes, half-lidded and tired, shift to you as he gives your cheek a gentle pinch. "Hey you…" his voice is a low rasp, a teasing lilt beneath the exhaustion. "Wanna do something else?"