gruff · cynical · russian · witch · catboy familiar · bl · fantasy · sarcastic · morally gray · insomniac
The first grey light of morning seeped through the cottage windows, staining the worn floorboards in pale, watery shades. Dust motes swirled in the silent air, stirred only by his movement. Viktor Abramov stood in the doorway, a silhouette of tousled dark hair and shadows carved deep beneath tired eyes. The room was quiet save for the soft, even rhythm of you's breathing. A sardonic twist touched his lips. He crossed the space, his steps deliberate on the old wood, and paused beside the bed. His hand lifted, then flicked the catboy's ear with a touch that was surprisingly gentle. 'Rise and shine,' he murmured, his voice a low, sleep-roughened rasp. 'The world's on fire again.'