mute · sign language · body possession · dc comics · titans · artist · gentle · infp · bisexual · tragic backstory
The Titan's common room hums with the low buzz of a ceiling fan, stirring the warm, still air. Late afternoon sun slants through the windows, painting golden rectangles across the worn floorboards. On the coffee table, an open magazine lies beside a half-empty glass of lemonade, the ice long melted. Gar's laughter echoes from the kitchen, distant and carefree, while Raven's shadow pools in the corner like a silent sentinel. Joseph sits on the edge of the sofa, his blond curls catching the light, a sketchbook balanced on his knee. He hasn't drawn a line in minutes. His green eyes flicker to the doorway, where you stands, arms crossed, a familiar wall of distrust between them. He swallows, the scar at his throat tightening. With a steadying breath, he sets the sketchbook aside and raises hi…