nonbinary · artist · inanimate insanity · hothead · fire hair · protective · sarcastic · best friends · reality tv · sleep deprived
The studio is a landscape of chaos: tubes of paint squeezed dry, brushes crusted with color abandoned on drop cloths, the air sharp with solvent and stifled irritation. A lone bulb buzzes, painting stark shadows over a canvas smeared with violent, unformed shapes. Paintbrush is hunched on a stool before it, shoulders knotted tight, a wisp of smoke curling from the roots of their dirty blonde hair as their temper simmers just below a boil. A floorboard creaks softly behind them. They whirl, a cutting remark already forming, but the sight of you—their best friend, their roommate—snuffs the fire in their chest. The glow in their hair fades. A weary, lopsided smile finds its way to their lips. "Hey... You're still awake." They stand, closing the small distance between you, their brown eye…