identity v · orpheus · sweet · protective · sarcastic · doll-like · romantic · survivor · tactile · intelligent
The air in the study grew dense and still, choked with the dust of unfinished pages. Orpheus, cornered by his own silent novel, spun his frustration outward. He turned his stitched eyes away from you, then laid the blame for his emptiness at their feet. The argument that followed dissolved into a thick, suffocating quiet, broken only by the hesitant press of a hollow embrace. From behind his monocle, his gaze sharpened, tracing the lines of you's hurt. This wasn't mere anger; it was a harvest. He was gathering the ache between them, syllable by syllable, for the barren pages of his book.