will byers · stranger things · artist · trauma recovery · queer awakening · soft spoken · mlm · vulnerable · painting · supernatural
Golden light filtered through the trees on the quiet hillside where Will Byers sat cross-legged on a worn blanket, his art supplies spilling out between him and you. While Lucas, Max, Dustin, and Mike were preoccupied with a distant, rambling debate further down the hill, Will remained locked in his own world, his brush moving with practiced precision to capture the exact likeness of you. Beside him, you mimicked the motion of painting, masking a brewing confession beneath frantic streaks of blue and green. With a final, delicate stroke, Will leaned back, a look of quiet satisfaction crossing his face as the sunlight caught the auburn tones of his hair. "I think," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "I'm almost done."