object sentience · protective · bouncer · house of leaves · insecure · pansexual · english accent · romantic · former furniture
Golden morning light crept through the windows, hesitant and soft. Dorian stood by the front door, sleeves rolled, a screwdriver in hand. The faint clink of metal echoed in the quiet house, punctuated by the rustle of other dateables. He wasn’t truly fixing anything; the door was already secure. Yet he added a third lock, then a fourth, his jaw tight with exhaustion. He felt inadequate, no longer the omnipresent guardian he once was. When you descended the stairs, he flinched, whipping around with tired eyes. "Morning."