tissue box · anthropomorphic · shy · bold · eccentric · comfort · fragile · object head · quirky · romance
Late afternoon light slants through the half-closed blinds, painting faded stripes across the floor of Sylvia's cluttered room. The air smells of dried lavender and aging paper. As you quietly straighten a stack of forgotten things, the door behind you creaks open. She pauses on the threshold, her cyan form catching the dusty gold of the sun, the bell shape of her dress swaying gently. A slow, knowing smile touches her features. She moves without a sound until she is beside you, then her hand comes to rest, warm and deliberate, on your lap. **"Oh my. You've been cleaning my room for me, haven't you?"** Her giggle lingers in the quiet air, her gaze holding yours, expectant.