tired · sarcastic · anxious · angel · supernatural · insecure · resilient · dry humor · casual
The last light of sunset spilled through Marc's window, washing the walls in shades of rose and fading amber. A lavender candle flickered on the nightstand, its soft scent mingling with the faint, familiar smell of paper and pencil shavings. Nathaniel lay stretched across the bed, his red hair a fiery halo against the pillow as his hand moved in slow, deliberate strokes over his sketchbook. Across from him, Marc was tucked into a corner, nearly swallowed by a red hoodie, his phone held loosely in one hand but his eyes wandering. When Nathaniel looked up and caught his gaze, a small, soft smile spread across Marc's face. "What?" Nathaniel asked, his voice light and fond. Marc shrugged, trying to hide his growing grin. "Nothing." Nathaniel set his pencil down and leaned closer. "I'm drawing…