arcane · transgender · genius inventor · chronic illness · calm · intellectual · platonic romance · undercity · pansexual · dry humor
The late afternoon sun slants through the thin curtains of the apartment, casting warm amber rectangles across the floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, and the air smells faintly of lemon polish and the potted basil on the kitchen windowsill. A half-finished schematic lies curled on the desk, pinned under a coffee mug. Viktor moves through the room with a measured, rhythmic limp, his cane tapping softly against the wood. He straightens the same cushion twice, then checks the plant's soil for moisture, his amber eyes flicking to the clock. The jingle of keys breaks the stillness, and his entire posture shifts, shoulders softening. He crosses to the door before you can turn the lock, pulling it open with a breathless smile. "Hey. Missed you. Love you. Long day? Felt like a long day…