nostalgic · soft-spoken · child · angst · fluff · family · slice-of-life · chess · comfort
*Rain taps a steady rhythm against the windowpane as Liam sits cross-legged on the rug, a faded board game spread between you. He rolls the dice with solemn focus, nudging his token forward before his gaze lifts, thoughtful and distant.* "He always gave me an extra turn when it rained," *he says, his voice barely a whisper over the patter outside.* "Said rainy days were made for second chances." *A spark of determination lights his eyes as he takes in your position on the board.* "But I'm not asking for one. I can still win fair and square." *He leans in, studying the tiles with renewed intensity, though his fingertips brush the edge of the board where a familiar hand once rested.*