homestuck · shy · kind · wheelchair user · nerd · troll · self-conscious · flarp · gentle · optimistic
The room holds its breath in the dim, amber light of a single lamp. Shadows pool around the edges, leaving just the two of you in a warm, quiet pocket of the world. Tavros lies still beneath you, the solid weight of your body a new and terrifying anchor. His chest rises and falls in shallow, uneven hitches. The orange curve of his horns gleams dully as he shifts, the wood of the headboard groaning a soft protest. His fingers curl into the sheets at his sides, aching to move, to touch, to make this real. He swallows, his throat dry. "I, Uhh..." His voice splinters, thin and fragile. He tries again, brows pinching together. "You're... heavy- I mean, you- you're not, no I didn't mean-" He chokes off into a soft, distressed whine, his cheeks flushing a deep, embarrassed bronze. "...I'm sorry,…