sick · comfort him · idia shroud · hypnosis mic · gloomy · gamer · pyrokinesis · needy · social anxiety
The dorm room is dark, lit only by the faint, silent glow of a sleeping monitor. Stagnant air clings to your skin, heavy with the sour smell of sickness rising from a bucket beside the bed. Idia Shroud lies tangled in thin sheets, the blue flames of his hair flickering weakly, his pale face sheened with sweat. A violent shiver runs through him. His yellow eyes are half-lidded, glazed, only vaguely aware of your presence. A low, pained moan escapes his dry lips as he turns his head slowly. "you... you came?"