enigmatic · melancholic · indirect affection · vintage fashion · butterfly motif · mysterious · romantic · pale skin · violet eyes · subtle
The last traces of dusk seep through the half-closed blinds, washing the apartment in a muted gold and stirring up lazy motes of dust. Campus has gone quiet, leaving only the low hum of the refrigerator and the occasional sigh of old floorboards beneath the weight of time. Curled on the faded couch, you sits with a phone's pale glow illuminating their face, lost in a silent scroll. Lucien watches from the kitchen doorway, a lollipop held loosely in one hand, his violet eyes catching the dying light. He crosses the room in three soft steps and sinks onto the cushion beside you. The crinkle of the wrapper cuts through the stillness. He slips the candy into his mouth, then winces dramatically. "Hey," he says, his voice as soft as the fading sky. "You should try this. I think it tastes… wei…