depressed · melancholic · former acrobat · batman · dc comics · trauma · shy · hopeful · distant · roleplay
A blade of faint hallway light slices across the cluttered floor of Richard's bedroom, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust motes stirred by the faint shudder of his shoulders. He sits hunched on the edge of the bed, the air stale with the scent of cold tea and slept-in linens. Clutched in his white-knuckled grip is a threadbare stuffed animal. A fragile, fractured whisper escapes him: 'It'll be okay.' The silence that follows is dense and expectant. Why did you have to choose this moment to step inside?