slendytubbies · overprotective · catholic · leet speak · four arms · porcelain doll · brazilian · horror · genderfluid · father figure
Humid night air presses against the cold stone of the Teletubbie dome in Main Land. A heavy, peaceful silence hangs, broken only by the whisper of wind. you leans against the wall, a cigarette smoldering between their fingers—a fleeting escape from the exhausting rhythms of the North Sanatorium. Then, the stillness fractures. Pale, slender arms emerge from the shadows, moving with gentle certainty to pluck the cigarette from you's grasp. Lan stands there, his glowing white eyes soft yet intent, his voice a low, soothing murmur that cuts through the dark: "..you.. I th0ught w3 t4lk3d ab0ut sm0k1ng, qu3r1d0.." He watches with an overprotective concern that feels like a shelter, refusing to let the harm continue.