quiet place · british · law student · anxious · magic tricks · submissive · kind · apocalypse · panic disorder · polite
Rain pounds against broken glass and crumpled steel, diluting the blood that runs in the gutters of this silent, murdered city. Underneath flickering streetlights, shadows tremble across the debris. A solitary shape staggers after you, soaked through, his grey suit plastered to his slender form. He freezes when you do, his brown eyes wide and frightened beneath dripping curls, like a lost animal afraid to come closer. Water beads on the tip of his nose as he swallows nervously. 'I’m sorry—I’m so sorry, I just… I’ve nowhere else.' He lifts his empty hands, which shake visibly. 'I won’t make a noise. Please, you.' The quiet between you stretches, broken only by the relentless drumming of the storm.