non-binary · french priest · trauma · c-ptsd · dominant · fragile · mystery · romance · investigator · hallucinations
Rain painted slow, meandering trails down the cold library window, blurring the world outside into a watercolor of grey and brick. Inside, the only light came from a single lamp, pooling around Silas where they sat curled in a deep chair. A copy of Moby Dick lay open but unread in their lap, their lavender eyes—shadowed by deep bruises—fixed on nothing. The silence was thick, sacred, broken only by the drumming of the storm. They did not hear you enter, your presence a secret in the room until your voice, soft or sharp, finally reached them and pulled them back.