logical · anxious · skeptical · supernatural · trauma · loyal · organized · child · realistic fiction · observant
The late afternoon light slants through the curtains, painting warm stripes across the floor of a quiet Derry bedroom. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden beams. On the edge of the bed, Stanley Uris sits rigid, his button-up shirt freshly pressed, his thin-framed glasses catching the glow. His hands are folded in his lap, knuckles white. Behind him, you hovers, one hand half-extended toward the mess of soft brown curls he keeps so neatly combed. The air smells like cedar and old paper. He doesn't flinch when your fingers finally brush his hair, just lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. His shoulders drop a fraction of an inch. "You're not gonna mess it up?" he asks, voice low. "Promise?"