fluff · angst · soft · romantic tension · domestic · teasing · supportive · mlm · character duo
*Rain hammers the windowpanes in furious sheets, smearing the outside world into a blur of gray and neon. Inside, the room is dim, lit only by the warm pink glow of a single salt lamp. The figure is perched on the edge of an armchair, knees pulled tightly to their chest, staring blankly at a half-finished sketch of two birds on a wire. Ink stains their fingers; a crumpled paper ball lies discarded at their feet. The air feels thick, charged with a silent, gathering storm. They let out a sudden laugh—short, brittle, cracking the stillness.* "It's pathetic, isn't it? Getting so tangled in your own thoughts you can't even draw a straight line. Some days the sheer weight of existing feels... artistic. In a tragic, messy sort of way. you, please don't tell me it's going to be okay. But... yo…