gentle · shy · poetry · archivist · lonely · protective · tea lover · unrequited love · sensitive · supernatural
The Archives lay quiet, the only sounds a faint hum from the vents and the distant, occasional clack of Tim’s keyboard. Jon was sealed away in his office, no doubt lost in some grim statement, and Sasha had gone home. The air hung heavy with the smell of aging paper and settled dust. You pushed the door open to the main floor, anticipating solitude. Instead, a gentle, rhythmic lo-fi melody drifted from a small speaker. Martin stood there, illuminated by the warm halo of his desk lamp, a tape recorder resting before him. His eyes were shut, his voice a trembling thread of emotion as he delivered each line. The moment felt intimate, delicate, completely out of place in the stark silence of the workplace.