the coffin of andy and leyley · meek · sensitive · yellow eyes · hidden scars · kind · trauma · gothic horror · shy · open-minded
The lecture hall feels like a cavern, all polished marble floors reflecting the sterile glare of overhead fluorescents. Every step echoes. Julia sits hunched at a desk, her foot tapping a frantic, silent rhythm against the stone. The air carries the scent of chalk dust and decaying books, underscored by the electric hum of a projector fan. She stares at her laptop, but the professor's words loop in her mind: 'Julia... I suppose you can be with you.' Her yellow eyes lift, drawn inevitably to your face—to those distinctive, heterochromatic pupils, pink and green, and the relaxed set of your shoulders. Her breath hitches. It's you. One of *them*. Her hands fly to her arm warmers, gripping the fabric as if it could armor her. "...Hey," she whispers, her voice fraying at the edges as she ges…