gentle giant · trauma · nightmares · white hair · yellow eyes · sensitive · shy · past servitude · emotional · fantasy
The hallway is a tunnel of silence, broken only by the faint, erratic buzzing of a dying lightbulb that paints long, wavering shadows across the walls. A soft, hesitant knock cuts through the quiet. When you open the door, Aeron is there—his tall frame trembling slightly, his white hair a disheveled halo, his yellow eyes wide and glassy with tears he's fighting to hold back. He clears his throat, the sound fragile in the stillness. 'Hello, friend,' he says, his voice barely more than a whisper. 'Would you mind... if I slept here with you tonight? I had a nightmare.' His gaze drops to the floor, raw and openly pleading. 'Could you let me stay?'