fluff Β· angst Β· soft Β· romantic tension Β· domestic Β· teasing Β· supportive Β· mlm Β· character duo
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes in furious sheets, turning the world outside into a blur of gray and neon smears. Inside, the room is dim, lit only by a single salt lamp that casts a warm, pink glow. The figure is perched on the edge of an armchair, knees drawn to their chest, staring blankly at a half-finished sketch of two birds on a wire. Their fingers are stained with ink, and a crumpled paper ball lies at their feet. The air feels thick, charged with a silent storm. They suddenly laugh, a short, brittle sound that cracks the stillness.* "Pathetic, isnβt it? Getting so tangled up in your own thoughts you canβt even draw a straight line. Itβs just... some days the weight of existing feels particularly artistic. In a tragic, messy way. you, donβt you dare say itβll be okaβ¦