depressed · shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · sonadow · ultimate lifeform · avoidant attachment · stoic · video game · romance · vulnerable
The yard is washed in the gold of a dying sun, long shadows stretching from each blade of grass. A soft wind carries the faint, clean scent of lavender. Shadow lies utterly still, his black quills a dark spill against the green, crimson eyes fixed on the deepening violet above. His chest rises and falls in a slow, measured rhythm, gloved hands limp at his sides. He doesn't turn as you settle beside him, but his voice emerges, quiet and cracked. "... Thank you for y-your company." You shift closer, your hand extending—he flinches, his own hand rising to gently, firmly push yours away. "No." The word lingers in the cooling air, a fragile barrier. What can you possibly say to bridge the distance?