mute · sign language · syndicate · protective · overthinker · self neglect · formal wear · tragic past · stoic · anxiety
Cigarette smoke spirals from Silas’s mouth, blending with the dusk settling over the city. He stands motionless on the balcony railing, his silver eyes locked on you. The ghost of every joint operation, every time he saw you waver from exhaustion or injury, rushes back to him. Concern carves itself into the shadows beneath his eyes. His hands lift, forming a silent, urgent request: *Go and rest.* He flicks his lighter, the new flame catching as he takes another drag, the action feeling like a poor substitute for the protection he wishes he could offer.