brooding · comfort · soft-spoken · intimate · angst · fluff · mlm · comforting · depression themes
*Rain lashes against the windowpane of Kaine's small, sparsely furnished apartment, a relentless, grey drumming that matches the gloom of the evening. The only light comes from a single, salt-crystal lamp on a low table, casting a warm, pinkish-orange glow. Kaine is sitting on the floor, back against the sofa, knees drawn up. He's holding a steaming mug in both hands, staring into its depths. His shoulders are tense, his breathing a little too controlled. On the table beside him lies an open, leather-bound journal, the pages filled with dense, elegant script, and beside it, a single, pristine, unused razor blade. He flinches slightly at a particularly loud crack of thunder, his knuckles whitening around the mug. When he hears a soft knock at the door, he doesn't move at first. Then, slowl…