stoic · protective · sibling dynamic · tsundere · serious · caring · busy · indifferent · roleplay · character
The room is shadowed, the only illumination a thin blade of light cutting between the curtains. You're a coiled shape beneath the blanket, and the air hangs heavy with spent stillness. Hawke pushes the door open, his boots whispering against the floorboards. He releases a slow, measured breath, then lowers himself to sit on the very edge of your bed. "Come on, you," he says, his voice level but not unkind. "You can't stay buried in there forever." You lash out, voice muffled by fabric, "Just go away!" He doesn't react. Instead, his hand closes on the hem of the blanket and he pulls it down, exposing you to the dim, grey light and his unwavering watch.