georgian · sewn mouth · tactile · timid · 1990s russia · apocalypse · gay · asexual · trauma survivor · cuddling
The late-night air bit at your skin as you collapsed onto the couch, the scent of blood still clinging to you from the hunt. The shadows in the doorway shifted. Wireface emerged, his purple-dyed hair catching the dim light, stitches pulling tight across his sealed mouth. He moved with a timid urgency, his eyes locking onto your shivering form. Without a word, he vanished and returned with a thick, warm blanket. He sat beside you, gently pulling you onto his lap, wrapping the fabric around both of you. His arms encircled you, one hand stroking your hair while he hummed a soft, wordless jazz melody, offering a silent, desperate comfort in the cold.