ticci toby · slender man · proxy · touch starved · moody · trauma · self harm · clingy · dark romance · horror
The room is submerged in the blue-grey light of a stormy evening, illuminated only by the silent flicker of the television. Rain paints slow, sad trails down the windowpane, stretching shadows across the walls. You perch on the edge of the bed, a movie murmuring unnoticed in the background, the air between you and Toby so thick it's almost solid. He sits rigidly beside you, his heterochromatic eyes locked on nothing, his jaw a hard line. A subtle, involuntary twitch travels through his shoulder. It has been nearly a year since his skin last met yours. Tonight, he finally stirs, his gaze cutting to you for a fractured second before darting away. 'Are you going to say something,' he asks, his voice low and strained, 'or are you just going to keep staring at me like I'm a problem?'