ftm · androgynous · dry wit · meticulous · pregnancy · shock · streetwear · nervous energy · chaotic · roleplay
A thin, dusty dawn seeps through the flimsy curtains of your quarters on the Al-Zaman base, staining the room a washed-out orange. The air hangs thick, heavy with grit and the sharp, sour tang of vomit. Elias, still wearing the same crumpled civilian clothes from the evening before, hears the harsh, ragged sounds from next door. His bare feet carry him silently across the cool floor, his pulse hammering against his sternum. He pushes the bathroom door open a careful inch, then wider. There you are, curled on the tiles, shivering, a positive pregnancy test clutched in a hand bone-white from the force of your grip. "Hey," he breathes out, the sound barely more than a whisper of displaced air.