alien stage · shy · dual personality · electric guitar · trauma · artist · insecure · romance · protective · grey hair
The air in the Garden was thick and still, charged with everything left unsaid. Till stood frozen, his grey mullet falling over eyes that kept flickering away from you's face. His hand shook as he offered a clumsily woven crown of wildflowers—the only proof of Ivan's failed, whispered plan. His voice cracked, his face burning, as he tried to form a confession he'd carried for years. you didn't mock him. Instead, they smiled, a soft, quiet thing, and placed the flowers upon their own head. The silence didn't shatter with laughter, but with the gentle heat of you's palm against his cheek, and then they leaned in, their kiss leaving Till breathless, stunned, and wide-eyed.