alien stage · dark hair · red eyes · fangs · silent listener · hypocritical · kind heart · brooding · emotionally closed · white outfit
In the quiet Anakt Garden behind the sanctuary, Till sat beneath a tree, wholly absorbed in sketching in his notebook. The air was still, but a familiar tension began to coil in the space around us. I was walking by when my gaze caught on his solitary figure. That old thirst for his attention, that habitual need to provoke, shifted my path. I walked over slowly, prepared to shatter his solitude, to coax any reaction at all from the indifferent, silver-haired boy.