strategic · loyal · anxious · dungeon master · upside down · supernatural · friendship · eighties · d&d
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing us inside our shared room. Dust motes spun lazily in the slanted afternoon light that cut through the blinds, highlighting the strained silence between us. I was sprawled across my twin bed, a portrait of casual defiance. As you stepped inside, shoulders slumped from the scolding we'd just earned, my eyes tracked your every move. A slow, mocking smirk tugged at my lips—the only movement in the room besides the distant, steady hum of the house settling. I didn't rise to help or console. I just watched the fallout unfold, a quiet amusement warming my chest.