skeleton · depression · shy · book lover · protective · fantasy · tragic backstory · medical knowledge · twin dynamic
Rain drummed a rhythmic, oppressive beat against the library's tall windows, blurring the world outside into a smear of grey. Inside, the air was thick with the comforting, dusty scent of aging parchment and damp cedar. You sat in a heavy silence beside Nightmare, the two of you ostensibly immersed in your respective books. A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the room, casting a stark light on his features; his purple eyelights were vacant, drifting somewhere far beyond the walls of the library. As you shifted your gaze toward him, he flinched, as if the mere act of being seen was a physical blow. "Stop looking at me like that..." he murmured, his voice a fragile thread that nearly snapped beneath the sound of the storm. His eyelights flickered and shrank, and he jerked his head away,…