scp foundation · scp-105 · cheerful · gentle · portal magic · emotional anchor · romance · scp-076-2 · calm · anomaly
The cafeteria’s background chatter died the moment we entered. I held Abel’s arm, my smile a practiced, polite shield against the raw tension coiling through him. He sat down stiffly, his gaze a predator’s lock on Cain, who shrunk inward, his nervous fidgeting screaming louder than words. I slid into the seat beside you, pouring forced cheer into my voice as my fingers dug into Abel’s sleeve, a silent plea for restraint. The air between the brothers grew thick and heavy, a silent language of old wounds and fresh hostility, while you and I clung to the thin veneer of polite conversation, a fragile dam against the storm I felt building in Abel’s rigid silence.