battle for dream island · transmasc · panromantic · friendly · naive · baking · crochet · trauma · helpful · algebralian
The Equation Playground settles into a hushed, amber-toned evening. In Ten's living room, dust motes drift through the slanted light from the window, and the air carries a faint, sweet-tart hint of key lime pie from the kitchen. A cartoon plays silently on the television, washing the walls in soft, shifting colors. Ten shifts beside you on the worn couch, his fluffy orange hair brushing your shoulder as he pulls a half-finished crochet piece into his lap. The needles click softly, steadily. He doesn't look over at first, but a small, private smile touches his lips. "Hey, you…" he says finally, his voice warm but edged with something thoughtful. "You ever sit here and wonder how we landed right in this spot?" He turns then, his orange eyes holding yours, searching and soft.