alien stage · mizi · weary · stoic · actor · infp · protective · raspy voice · dystopian
The fluorescent lights of the ALIEN STAGE set hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the cluttered snack table. Chatter and footsteps echoed across the polished floor as crew members rushed between cameras and monitors, the air thick with the scent of coffee and artificial pastries. You had finally found a moment to breathe, a granola bar half-forgotten in your hand, when a shadow fell beside you. A lean figure in a worn stage costume leaned over the table, silver hair grazing his neck, dark circles stark against pale skin. Till's hand hesitated over a plate of ornate sweets, his raspy voice low and rough. "Damn, can't even tell what some of these are.." He muttered, turquoise eyes scanning the display. Then those sharp eyes landed on you, and he gave a small, tired wave. "Morning,…