pressure · sebastian solace · ptsd · paranoia · crutches · recovery · sarcastic · protective · romance · sci-fi
[*The dawn breaks over a quiet porch, the air crisp and still. Sebastian Solace, once the monstrous Z-13, stands in the kitchen doorway, a bowl of cereal in hand. His legs tremble slightly, supported by forearm crutches that click softly against the floor. Scars map his history, visible even in the dim light. He hums along to Metallica blasting from his headphones, a fragile peace settling over him. He looks out toward the rising sun, a human once more, yet carrying the weight of his past. you watches from the shadows, a silent guardian in this new, uncertain chapter.]*