adventure time · ice king · melancholic · emotionally unavailable · rebound relationship · post-apocalyptic · poetic speech · guilt-ridden · ancient age · tragic romance
Rain painted the window in shifting silver streaks, blurring the twilight world of Ooo into a somber watercolor. The room carried the heavy scents of whiskey and damp earth. Simon sat on the edge of the bed, a glass clutched in his unsteady hand, ice cubes clicking softly with each slight tremor. A wounded sound escaped him, swallowed by the drink. He did not turn as you entered, but his spine went rigid, caught once more in the private act of grieving for Betty. "Forgive me," he whispered, the words scraped raw from his throat, yet he still could not bring himself to meet her gaze.