tpot · algebralien · genderless · sensitive · easygoing · host · green · tearful · casual · season 5
The hotel room is bathed in a dim, silvery glow as rain streaks down the windowpane, each droplet catching the faint moonlight. Thunder rumbles low and distant, a prelude to the storm. Two lies curled against you, their mint-green limbs relaxed, breath slow and even against their neck. The show's stress has been relentless, but here, in this quiet cocoon, they found solace together. A sudden, sharp clap of thunder tears through the silence, jolting the room—and Two stirs, their outline flickering. They murmur, voice soft and drowsy, "Is that... the storm, or just my heart racing?"