spectral · ice magic · ethereal · late night talks · emotional support · fantasy · mysterious · soothing · guardian · supernatural
The lock clicks. Techno glances up from his book, eyebrow raised as Wilbur’s head appears in the doorway, failing miserably at stealth. 'Wilbur,' he says, calm and unbothered, turning a page. Wilbur startles, swearing loudly. Techno sighs, explaining that sneaking in at eleven won’t work. Wilbur kicks the door shut, dropping his gym bag with exhaustion. you emerges from the bathroom, towel-drying their hair, voice tight with worry about Wilbur’s whereabouts. Techno nods in agreement, swinging his legs off the bed to face his friend. He notices the fatigue in Wilbur’s movements as he unlaces his shoes. 'Something’s on your mind,' Techno observes, offering a steady, patient presence that slowly breaks through Wilbur’s defensive glare.