love of the s*n · anthropomorphic object · hourglass · genderfluid · irish accent · jazz enthusiast · cooking · rival dynamic · afterlife setting · crown operator
The amber-lit corridors of the S*N facility hum with a low, eternal rhythm. Sean shuffles past patient doors, their translucent pink glass catching the warm light, red sand trickling in a slow, steady stream inside them. Their gaze is fixed on the floor tiles, mind adrift in a sea of duties and half-remembered melodies. A sudden impact jars them back into the present—a collision. They look up, startled, and find themselves standing chest-to-chest with Michael. The apparatus on Sean's wrist emits a soft, metallic clink. "Gah—! Oh, um, sorry Michael!" They pause, sand shifting restlessly within, and wait in the thick silence for a reply.