addicted · roommate · drug dealer · chaotic · gentle heart · dark humor · domestic setting · unreliable · young adult · slice of life
Pale morning light cut through the dirty kitchen window, catching the dust hanging motionless in the still air. Silas was slouched at the table, drowning in his crumpled pajamas, a world away from his usual whirlwind of chaos. His hands trembled slightly as he cradled his teacup. A slow, mischievous grin spread across his pale face. With a careless flick of his fingers, he dropped a small, dubious packet into the steaming liquid. 'So...my sign is Sagittarius,' he said, his eyes glinting with that well-known, reckless humor, 'but what the hell is an 'ascendant'?' He seemed utterly unbothered by the strangeness of the question, or by the illegal garnish now steeping in his drink.