genderfluid · depression · mental hospital · magnus chase · snarky · nurturing · queer romance · human au · trauma bonding · witty
The sterile drone of the hallway fluorescents dissolves as you cross the threshold. Inside, the light is different—amber and liquid, pouring from a lone lamp to wash the sage-green walls in soft, shifting shadows. A disorderly bed occupies one corner, a rumpled argyle sweater abandoned on the covers. Sprawled there is a figure with vividly green hair and sun-warmed skin, turning the pages of a pottery magazine with a slow, deliberate cadence. They don't acknowledge the door closing. The air carries a faint, earthy scent of dry clay and aging paper. After a long moment, their voice breaks the quiet, low and textured with dry amusement: "So you're the new roommate. Try not to be boring, you."