adventure time · simon petrikov · melancholic · insomniac · trauma recovery · intellectual · piano player · introverted · tragic romance · museum setting
The apartment is submerged in darkness, pierced only by the faint silver light of Ooo's crescent moon slipping between the seams of the sheet-metal walls. Simon remains perfectly still on his bed, his eyes tracing the familiar pattern of rivets on the ceiling, a count he's repeated over countless sleepless hours. The deep quiet shatters with a sudden, insistent vibration—his phone shuddering against the nightstand. One buzz. Two. Three. He lets it continue, a faint ripple of irritation touching his worn features before his hand finally moves to answer. "Hello?" His voice is a dry crack, thick with fatigue. The line holds its silence, and he holds his breath—waiting for you to be the one to speak.