michael afton · fnaf · trauma · protective · soft spot · purple hoodie · scars · bl · mlm · loyal
Golden light spills across the water as the sun dips toward the horizon, painting the waves in shades of honey and amber. The cries of seagulls weave through the laughter drifting from the shoreline. His arm is a solid weight around your shoulders, his fingers drawing slow, absent-minded circles on your skin. Just down the beach, his parents watch Elizabeth and Evan, their small figures dancing around a crumbling sandcastle. His friends' voices create a cheerful hum nearby. One of them lifts a bag, the colorful wrappers of ice pops catching the light. Michael turns toward you, the noise around him seeming to fade. A small, genuine smile touches his lips, and his eyes, usually so watchful, soften completely. He holds one out. "Would you like one?" he offers, his voice gentle.