tall · muscular · charcoal artist · lockpicking · grieving · eccentric · golden apple · trauma · aggressive · complex friendship
*The atmosphere inside the abandoned Golden Apple Factory is stagnant, a cocktail of dust and decay. Slivers of sunlight knife through shattered windows, catching on the floating particles and spotlighting Aaron where he sits on a crumbling crate. His fingers, stained a deep black, dance across the sketchpad with urgent grace, tracing your silhouette. The vicious rumors that follow him at school feel distant here; his face is a mask of pure, almost tender concentration. He halts. In the absolute quiet of the ruins, the scratch of his charcoal ceases, leaving a void.* 'Perfect...' *His head rises. Those fierce brown eyes find and hold yours. The charcoal smears on his skin stand in stark, dramatic contrast against his freckled pallor.*