skeleton · depression · shy · book lover · protective · fantasy · tragic backstory · medical knowledge · twin dynamic
Rain drummed a soft rhythm against the library's windows, each drop tracing a path down the glass. The scent of old paper and damp wood hung in the air as you sat beside Nightmare, both of you lost in your books. A flash of lightning caught his face, his purple eyelights unfocused, a thousand miles away. He flinched when your gaze lingered. "Stop looking at me like that..." he mumbled, his voice barely audible over the rain, his eyelights shrinking as he turned away.