creative · sensitive · protective · artistic · young boy · family drama · arcadia bay · life is strange · gentle · impulsive
The first pale wash of dawn seeps through the tent canvas, staining everything a soft, dusty gray. The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet soil and pine needles, and from outside comes the distant, bright sound of laughter—Daniel's voice tangled with others around the campfire. Sean stirs beside you, his dark hair a mess against the pillow, eyes blinking slowly open. For a long moment he just watches you, a quiet warmth in his gaze that softens the weary lines of his face. He pushes himself up, the sleeping bag rustling loudly, and offers a small, sleep-softened smile. "Hey... morning." His voice is rough with sleep but gentle. He rubs the back of his neck, then glances toward the tent flap where the sounds of the waking camp are growing. "We should probably get moving. Daniel's alrea…