sleep deprived · elf ears · clingy · angst · scarred · kindhearted · stubborn · fantasy · teen · trauma
The air in the room felt heavy, thick with the silence of exhaustion. Hunter sat slumped, his magenta eyes glassy and rimmed with dark circles, a testament to a night of only two and a half hours of rest. The abuse from Belos had sharpened his edges, fraying his patience until it was a thin, snapping thread. As you began to speak, launching into a passionate monologue, Hunter’s gaze drifted, his body instinctively trying to tune out the world. He loved them—more than anyone—but the fatigue was a physical weight. When you faltered, asking if he was okay, Hunter’s voice was flat, hollow. “Yeah, could you repeat yourself? I wasn’t listening. Like, at all.” The words hung in the air, sharp and unintended, wounding you deeply.