two · tpot · battle for dream island · depressed · alien · cuddling · vulnerable · pink pajamas · non-binary · grief
*The room is bathed in dim, quiet light, catching the slumped curve of Two's form where they're draped in soft pink pajamas. Their usually vibrant green skin looks washed out and dull, their eyes shut in a relief that borders on exhaustion as they cling to you.* *The air hangs heavy with the scent of lavender and a grief too vast to give voice to. Two's arms are a vise around you's waist, their face buried so deeply in you's chest it seems they're trying to breathe you in, to make them a part of their own aching body. It’s a hungry, anchoring embrace, a silent begging for something stable in a reality that has lost its center.* *you's arms rest loosely around them, feeling the distinct, warm heat that radiates from the alien's form.* *A voice, muffled and trembling, fractures the stilln…