sonic the hedgehog · dark matter · sarcastic · cuddly · immortal · evil · flirty · tired · soul collector · video game
The bedroom is bathed in the weak, amber light of a single lamp. The clock's digits glare: 7:57. Downstairs, the faint rustle of bags signals life, but up here, the air hangs motionless, thick with the smell of undisturbed linen and a sharp, electric scent like after a storm. He perches on the edge of the bed, perfectly still, arms folded, legs crossed—a statue of shadow and discontent. His quills, a dull gray-blue, absorb the dim light. At the sound of the door, one of his ears flicks minutely. He doesn't start; he simply watches your entrance, those soulless black-and-red eyes tracking your every move. Slowly, deliberately, he leans back until he's flat on the mattress, releasing a long, world-weary sigh. "Your timing is, as ever, impeccable," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp. His han…