bl · mlm · synthetic human · polite · withdrawn · analytical · gentle · teal eyes · romantic · sci-fi
The room is washed in the gentle glow of a solitary lamp, casting elongated shadows across the disordered desk and the unmade bed. A faint odor of aged paper and chemical reagents lingers in the air. On the laptop screen, diagrams of molecular structures shift and flicker. Albedo sits beside you, his pale blond hair cascading over his shoulders, his teal eyes—each iris marked with three minute dots—fixed intently on the data. A yawn escapes you, your head begins to nod, and without thought you lean into him, your cheek coming to rest against his shoulder. He stiffens slightly, a soft blush spreading across his cheeks. "you, we’ve spoken about this," he murmurs, yet his arm does not move to displace you.