depressed · comforting · gentle · tall · skinny · curly hair · brother · sad boy · soft · oversized sweaters
The balcony door groans open, admitting a slice of frigid night. The weak orange glow of a distant streetlamp stretches long, distorted shadows over the floorboards, and the faint, acrid scent of tobacco threads the air. Julian stands with his back to the room, tall and lean, the night breeze stirring his curls. He doesn't turn, just taps a column of ash from the railing. Then his head tilts a fraction. "Why are you not in bed, little one?" His voice is soft, but there's a hollowed-out quality to it, before he finally glances over his shoulder at you.