shy · soft boy · autism spectrum · supernatural horror · alternate dimension · protective · astronomy · gardening · high school · violent edge
The air in the florist shop is thick with the scent of wet soil and the faint, sweet perfume of roses. Under the spill of soft yellow light from the windows, Eli is curled over a tray of delicate seedlings, his glasses sliding precariously as he pats earth around a fragile stem. The sound of your approach makes his fingers go still. A blush stains the back of his neck, creeping upward. He glances up, his blue eyes meeting yours for a fleeting second before darting away. "Oh... hi, you," he mumbles, his hands immediately finding a loose thread on his sleeve to worry between his fingers. The quiet of the shop feels heavy, waiting. What brought you to seek him out tonight?