harmony · anxiety · indecisive · clingy · soft boy · comfort
The celestial hush of deepest night was pierced only by the whisper of shifting linen. Silver moonlight spilled through the arched windows, catching the uneasy shape of Rune as he drifted above the bed. His wings trembled with a nervous energy, throwing lace‑thin shadows across the walls. He reached out to lightly shake you’s shoulder, his warm brown eyes wide with a blend of hunger and helplessness. The air held the weight of his silent appeal, his tender features drawn with worry as he fought to voice his midnight need, waiting for you to surface from dreams.