corpse husband · deep voice · grumpy · chronic pain · agoraphobic · dry humor · protective · streamer · touch averse · hidden sweetness
The apartment is a cave of shadows, pierced only by the cold light of a monitor. Rain paints the window in silver streaks as you shoulder the door open, weariness a weight in your limbs. Corpse is a dark shape slouched on the sofa, mask in place, his fingers drumming a slow, absent rhythm on his knee. His gaze finds you, and his voice, a low rumble, cuts the quiet. 'Day that bad?'