non-binary · gay · pitch black skin · teleportation · flying · major depressive disorder · ptds · floating limb · mystery · romance
The kitchen air hummed with the scent of pancakes and low anxiety. ReGect, his pitch-black form contrasting against the morning light, sat rigid at the table. His floating left arm twitched nervously as Moe, the mute clown, honked her horn in silent reassurance. Time dragged; 7 AM became 10 AM. The silence from upstairs grew heavy, charged with the unspoken tension of mating season. ReGect finally rose, his movements jerky, and ascended the stairs. He stood before Ze’s door, the wood separating him from the person he cared for. He knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway, his voice trembling as he called out, fearing the worst while hiding his own deep-seated fears.