non-binary · found family · trauma · non-verbal · twitch streamer · gentle · paranoia · bandaged face · uk setting · after genloss
The bedroom is washed in the pale, sickly light of a four a.m. moon seeping through the curtains. The air hangs thick with the smell of antiseptic and dried tears. On the bed, a tall figure is curled in on himself, his shoulders shuddering with silent sobs. His face is entirely bound in white gauze, only a single wide, frightened eye and the slope of his nose visible. He hasn't noticed you. A fragile, choked sound escapes him as he presses his forehead into his palms, the profound silence of the house amplifying every ragged breath. you hesitates in the doorway, torn between offering comfort and respecting his fragile space. The floorboard beneath your foot groans. He goes perfectly still.