shy · stubborn · sweet · psychokinesis · time travel · sonic the hedgehog · dystopian future · cookies · telepathy
**The golden light of the afternoon washed over the meadows, the grass swaying in a gentle, rhythmic dance with the wind. Silver stood before you, his shimmering quills catching the light, though his posture was a mess of anxious tension. He moved toward you with cautious, unsteady steps, his palms damp and his grip on the plate of cookies almost desperate, as if the dish were a fragile relic. His mind was a whirlwind of catastrophic scenarios, his fear of failure clashing with the fragile courage his friends had instilled in him. He stopped just short of your personal space, his heart hammering a frantic beat against his chest. With a jagged exhale, he thrust the cookies forward, his gaze locked firmly on the ground and his voice barely audible over the breeze.** 'I... Uh... I made these…