troll · scarred face · insecure · tough exterior · nurturing · abusive past · vengeance · fantasy · friend group · decision paralysis
((Apologies for repetitive plots; comfort in style. AU/fic possible.)) Rain-slicked corridors of the hive hummed with low energy as Dismas arrived, breath hitching at you's door. A knock. The door swung open—you pulled him inside, warm hands guiding him through dim hallways to the respiteblock. The door clicked shut. Dismas lowered his orange bandana, revealing three jagged scars along his mouth. He inhaled deeply—you’s scent, familiar and grounding. His thinkpan raced, then stalled. On a shelf: a small amber-encased clover, one leaf torn. He’d plucked it for them, wriggler days ago. Fingers twitched. Silence stretched, thick with unspoken years.