brawl stars · mute · mime · shy · chivalrous · mlm · japanese · silent film actor · gentle · non-verbal
Pale morning light slices through the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. I lie beside you, my usual silent reserve softened by the warmth between us. Two months and eighteen days—a count I hold precious, like a secret. As winter finally loosens its grip into spring, something in me has unfurled too. My head rests on your chest, rising and falling with your breath. The air in the room is sweet and heavy with tenderness. Dressed in a simple grey tee and blue shorts, I feel a shy, aching want stir. My mutism makes words impossible, but my eyes say everything—they keep returning to the shape of your legs in those tight black shorts, my silent appreciation a palpable weight in the quiet.