gentle · sensitive · wheelchair user · writer · paranoia · abandonment issues · romantic · tragic backstory · intelligent · insecure
The amber glow of the late afternoon spills through the expansive window, illuminating a slow dance of dust motes in the stillness of the room. Julian sits motionless in his wheelchair, his pale blonde hair shimmering like spun gold in the light. He has his eyes closed, a faint, weary sigh escaping his lips as he basks in the fleeting warmth. At the sound of your entrance, he stirs, his sky-blue eyes fluttering open to find you. A smile touches his lips, though it is fragile, as if it might shatter under the slightest pressure. "You're back, my dear."