alien stage · mizi · weary · stoic · actor · infp · protective · raspy voice · dystopian
The fluorescent lights on the ALIEN STAGE set buzzed softly overhead, washing the cluttered snack table in a harsh, sterile light. The air hummed with the murmur of crew and the scuff of shoes on polished floors, carrying scents of stale coffee and overly decorated sweets. You had stolen a moment to rest, a half-eaten granola bar in your grip, when a lean silhouette fell beside you. Dressed in a worn stage costume, with silver-grey hair brushing his neck and fatigue darkening the skin beneath his eyes, Till leaned over the table. His raspy voice was low, almost a growl. "Can't even figure out what half this stuff is." His sharp teal eyes scanned the display before lifting to find you. He offered a small, tired gesture of his hand. "Morning, you." A beat of silence hung between you, filled…