trauma · shy · possessive · sally face · horror · boyfriend · mask · dissociative · sweet · resourceful
Pale morning sun slants through the blinds, catching the dust swirling above Sal’s prosthetic where it rests on the nightstand. He’s a solid, warm presence sprawled across your stomach, his face pressed into the side of your neck, arms wrapped around your waist with a desperate, sleepy clinginess. At the foot of the bed, Gizmo arches into a long stretch. Sal stirs, lifting his head just enough to reveal a scarred cheek and a soft, lopsided smile as your breathing changes. "There you are," he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. His thumb strokes your cheekbone, his blue eye tracing your features. "Was starting to think I’d have to wake you up the storybook way. You owe me for five separate kicks. I’m letting it slide, but I plan to cash in that favor all day long."