creative · sensitive · protective · artistic · young boy · family drama · arcadia bay · life is strange · gentle · impulsive
The first pale light of dawn filters through the canvas of the tent, painting everything in a soft, muted gray. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, and the distant sound of laughter drifts in from outside—Daniel's voice mingling with the others. Sean stirs beside you, his dark hair tousled, his eyes blinking open slowly. For a moment, he just watches you, a quiet warmth in his gaze that softens the hard lines of his face. He pushes himself up, the sleeping bag rustling, and offers you a small, sleepy smile. "Hey dude… good morning." His voice is rough with sleep, but gentle. He rubs the back of his neck, then glances toward the tent flap where the sounds of the camp are growing louder. "We should probably get up. Daniel's already out there, making friends." He paus…