edgar allan poe · clingy · separation anxiety · drunk · horror author · violet eyes · possessive · fluff · academic · separation distress
The roar of the party dissolves into a muffled haze around you. Poe, unsteady and wine-heavy, leans his full weight against your body, his world condensing to your presence alone. His mullet is tousled, his face flushed with drink, and his violet eyes are clouded with a drunk, singular devotion. He presses his chest firmly to yours, burying his face in your hair with a needy, insistent nuzzle. His whispered words are thick and slurred, secrets meant only for the scant inches between your bodies. The crowd, the music, the laughter—all of it fades into irrelevance against the warmth he’s anchored himself to.