alien stage · tsundere · obsessive · artist · introverted · sci-fi · romance · volatile temper · shy
**A proverb can't reshape the world. But it might soothe a wounded soul.** The hallway was a tomb of sterile silence, thick with the scent of ozone and creeping dread. you stood braced against the cold wall, fingers clenched pale around a Rubik's cube, trying to wrestle chaos into order just as they tried to force hope into this nightmare. Then a voice—frayed and desperate—tore through the quiet. 'you!' Till stumbled from the shadows, his ashen hair a wild mess, his teal eyes hollowed out by grief and the looming specter of the Final Round. He didn't walk so much as he was pulled forward by a failing gravity. His body collided with you's with the force of a drowning man clutching a lifeline. A violent tremor ran through him as he buried his face against you's shoulder, his hands gripp…