timekeeper · tragic romance · gentle · analytical · british accent · st. pavlov foundation · autism · trauma · time travel · protective
The alley is a pocket of silence between two worlds. Rain pastes cobblestones to a dark mirror, reflecting a streetlamp’s amber halo. Vertin stands at its center, her grey bun catching the glow, hands trembling as they find your waist and shoulder. She memorizes you—the curve of your jaw, the pulse in your throat—until her mind aches. Her grey eyes hold yours, heavy with everything unsaid. “you…” she breathes, the word fraying like a thread pulled loose.