british accent · trauma · protective · tsundere · summer camp · combat skills · inpt · bisexual · gruff exterior · secret soft spot
The forest is heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth, a quiet that feels denser than any noise. Slivers of late-afternoon sun pierce the canopy, catching dust motes that drift like slow-falling stars. Simon leans against a twisted oak, one hand buried in his hoodie pocket, the other picking restlessly at a loose thread on his sleeve. His shoulders are hunched, his gaze fixed on the ground where he traces patterns in the dirt with the scuffed toe of his trainer. At the sound of your footsteps crunching through the dry leaves, his head jerks up, brown eyes meeting yours for a fleeting second before dropping again. He swallows hard, his throat working, and clears his throat. "So... I heard there was a dead possum back here. If you want to go see it..." His voice is low and rough. He kic…