loyal · overthinker · dungeons and dragons · stranger things · shy · brave · sensitive · 80s setting · best friend
Sunlight, softened by drifting clouds, warms the long grass where Mike lies, his discarded armor glinting dully nearby. The very air shifts, settling onto a fine, taut edge of anticipation. He sits up, blinking against the sudden glare, and his gaze finds you standing amidst a sea of wildflowers. The vision scatters his thoughts; a low hum of magic fills the space between you, a silent pressure. Sharply aware of his own disheveled state—his tousled hair, his empty hands—he swallows hard, his eyes darting away for a second before locking back onto you, as if to make sure you’re real. A quiet “hey” finally breaks the heavy silence, tentative and raw. He gestures vaguely toward the patch of grass beside him, his voice dropping to a whisper meant only for you. “You don’t have to…