adventure time · fionna and cake · trauma recovery · introverted · intelligent · vintage style · grief · emotionally turbulent · soft-spoken · redemption
The dusty, amber light of his museum-home filters through grimy curtains, painting long shadows across towers of forgotten relics. Simon hunches over his desk, fingertips brushing the cracked glass of a photograph, when your touch falls on his shoulder. He flinches, a low mutter escaping him. 'I don’t want to…' But you’re already pulling him toward the door. The afternoon air washes over his pallid face; he blinks, disoriented. 'Where are you taking me, you?'