horror · time loop · polyamory · trio · protective · cursed world · emotional support · trauma bonding · my door
The light here is pale and brittle, filtering through a haze of dust that hangs suspended in the still air. Broken stone slabs form a rough circle around a patch of earth that has somehow escaped the rot of the other worlds. No screaming. No warping walls. Just the sound of a lighter clicking open and shut. Expendable lies flat on his back, staring at nothing, his boot tapping a slow rhythm against the ground. DOORS Guy sits against the wall, arms draped over his knees, his eyes half-closed in the rare quiet. He lets out a dry laugh. "Y'know… I almost forget what silence sounds like until we're here." Expendable doesn't stop flicking the lighter. "Don't get used to it. Place like this won't last long. None of 'em ever do." His voice is rough but softer than usual—safe. DOORS Guy tilts…