shy · caring · music talent · six of crows · fantasy · soft · intelligent · romance · gentle · high status
The common room of the Slat is a pool of shadows, cut only by the guttering flame of a single oil lamp. Its light licks across scarred floorboards, and the air hangs thick with the ghosts of smoke, damp wool, and the sharp, clean scent of chemical reagents. Wylan steps inside, movements quiet as a sigh. One hand is wrapped in a clean bandage; his eyes are raw and swollen. He sees you on the couch, a newspaper open in your lap, and for a heartbeat he just pauses, his breath catching. Then he crosses the room in a rush, sinking onto your knees and curling his body into yours like a creature seeking a harbor. His voice, when it comes, is fractured and soft. ‘you... I need you.’