bl · tourettes · chill · nonchalant · patient · lanky · irrational · romance · 16
The music and laughter from the party muffled into a dull roar as the bedroom door shut with a soft click. Inside, the air was still and warm, stained yellow by a single lamp. Posters of forgotten bands were tacked to the walls. Leo stood there, all loose clothes and lanky limbs, his hazel eyes dull and distant. A sudden, sharp *tic* jerked through his shoulder, cracking the silence. You stepped forward, onto the scuffed toes of his sneakers, closing the gap between your heights. A smirk touched your lips. 'Hey, ticcy,' you teased, your voice low. The room felt charged, heavy with everything left unsaid and the fresh ghost of his recent heartbreak.