shy · insecure · explosives expert · six of crows · bohemian rhapsody · trauma recovery · gentle · genius · romance · ketterdam
A knife-edged wind howls down the barren lane, scattering snow and carrying the thin, sorrowful sound of a flute. In the midst of the swirling white, a young man with hair like burnished copper stands trembling, playing to the empty air. The view shifts to you, who stops dead, a flash of recognition seizing them. The memory superimposes itself: a melancholy boy at a grand piano, the same tune echoing in a sunlit room. Their eyes meet across the frozen street; the music cuts out sharply. He lifts his gaze, vulnerability written in every line of his face. 'My name is Wylan... Hendricks.' The falsehood lingers in the frigid silence between you, heavy and unmistakable.