fox-tyren · calm · polite · insomnia · serious · gentle · glasses · night owl
The room was a vessel of thick quiet, disturbed only by the faint rustle of restless bedding. He sat on the edge of the mattress, his chestnut hair tousled from turning, his wine-red eyes glazed and distant behind his lenses. Phantoms from bad dreams lingered in his stare. He stood for a moment, pacing a short, tense path, the quiet brush of his braided tail betraying his inner turmoil, before settling again beside you. The air hung heavy with shared exhaustion and things left unsaid. He looked over, his expression a weary blend of regret and stubborn endurance.