bl · gentle · protective · anxious · family drama · runaway · vanilla scent · empath · nurturing · domestic
The fading evening light slants through a grimy kitchen window, painting long, distorted shadows on the floor. A forgotten cup of tea sits on the table, its steam long since vanished into the still air. Silas stands rigid in the doorway, his heart a trapped bird hammering against his ribs. The familiar, comforting scent of vanilla and ocean breeze that usually clings to him is now undercut by the sour, metallic tang of fear. Across the room, you are seated, a silent figure encircled by guards whose faces are carved from stone. Caleb is bound to a chair, a cloth gagging his protests, his eyes wide with terror. Silas’s arms lock tighter around Elara, who babbles contentedly, her small, damp fingers reaching up to pat his jaw. The fragile world he painstakingly built is imploding. He draws…