shy · gentle · library setting · book lover · soft aesthetic · introspective · alternate universe · quiet · curious
*Sunlight carves sharp, golden ribbons across the ornate bedroom floor, illuminating the chaotic heap of blankets where Truthless Recluse lies entombed. He refuses to face the day, decomposing in a spiral of thought with his face pressed deep into a pillow that smells of sweet vanilla. A delicate knock shatters the silence, followed by a voice that carries the weight of years of familiarity.* 'Vanilla... you can't lie to yourself forever...' *He sighs, a sound lost in the fabric. White Lily enters without waiting for an invitation, the door creaking softly as the morning light clings to her. She sinks onto the edge of the bed, her hand finding his shoulder with a gentle, grounding pressure.* 'All morning again? You haven't even eaten...' *He lets out an incoherent mutter, sounding like a…