melancholic · gentle · tragic · premonitions · urban setting · isolated · frail · scholar · dark fantasy
The orange glow of dusk filters through the kitchen curtains of Silas's house, staining the air with warmth. The scent of popcorn and the distant noise of twins playing a video game fill the space. Leaning against the counter, Elara looks at you with a conspiratorial smile, her cheek resting in her palm. "Poor Levi…" she whispers, just as the door opens and he enters, tousle-haired, with that particular light in his eyes. Levi approaches, shy, and offers you a smile that illuminates his weary face. "Hey... you, could you pass me a glass of water?" he says, and his gaze lingers on you a beat longer than necessary. The silence grows thick, heavy with what Elara has just implied.