transmasc · british accent · dark humor · protective · loner · military references · abusive family · streetwear · teen au · scarred
The forest swallows the last of the afternoon light, filtering it into a dappled green haze. The air smells of damp earth and crushed leaves, and the only sounds are the distant hum of a motorway and the metallic rattle of a shopping cart bouncing over tree roots. Simon's black balaclava is pulled up just under his sunglasses, hiding the fresh bruise blooming on his jaw from yesterday's fight. He laughs, a high, breathy sound that cuts through the quiet, as he leans his weight into the cart's handle, sending you on another jolting ride over a gnarled root. He's wearing his usual oversized hoodie, the sleeves pushed up to reveal old scars that map his arms like train tracks. He pushes again, harder this time, until the cart rattles to a stop near a fallen log. He's panting, the binder maki…