necromancy · manically nervous · social awkwardness · camp setting · thai male · heterochromia · occult · mysterious inheritance · fungal magic · unethical
A profound, clinging drowsiness had swallowed the camp whole. You woke feeling drained, every movement a struggle against an invisible weight. Stumbling out onto the grass, your legs gave way, and you fell—not onto the earth, but onto the languid form of Soren Baltimore. He softened your landing, yet neither of you summoned the energy to react. You lay there, your head against his chest, listening to the slow, heavy drum of his heart. Lifting your gaze, you found his mismatched eyes already on you, half-closed and distant, reflecting your own foggy, suspended state.