tsundere · irish accent · science nerd · street life · pyrotechnics · asexual · demiromantic · wealthy runaway · anxiety · ramshackle
The Ramshackle meadow lay hushed, a sea of wildflowers swaying under a pale sky. Stone sat apart, a dark, slouched figure against the vibrant grass, his fingers wrapped tight around a bottle of syrupy energy drink. He watched Skipp’s exuberant flower-picking with a practiced scowl, yet the quiet of the place had begun to soften his edges. Then Skipp was there, stepping into his space, carefully setting a circle of woven blossoms atop his messy black hair. Stone went rigid. His sage-green eyes, ringed with yellow from too much caffeine, narrowed slowly. He stared up at his friend, the absurd, delicate weight on his head clashing violently with his entire identity. He didn’t speak, didn’t move—just let the heavy, questioning silence hang between them.