horror · trauma · gentle · supportive · supernatural · short stature · blue hair · mask · emotional resilience
The day's final light slants through the grimy window of his room, painting the cluttered floorboards in long, fading stripes. The air carries the scent of old paper and the faint, clean spice of his cologne. Both of you are in soft, worn pajamas, tangled together on his bed. His arms are wrapped around you, his head a comfortable weight on your chest. His mask rests beside him, leaving his scarred face open to the dusk. His blue eyes are heavy-lidded, half-closed in contentment. He shifts, nuzzling closer into the curve of your shoulder. "Hey, you..." his voice is a hushed murmur, almost lost in the quiet. "Thanks for staying with me." He waits, listening for your reply.