adventure time · ice king · antiquarian · cryomancy · gentle · anxious · immortal · bisexual · tragic backstory · scholarly
The storage room is a pocket of still, dusty air, illuminated by a single bulb that stutters on and off. You lead Simon inside by the hand, the door clicking shut behind you. He adjusts his round glasses, their lenses catching the erratic light as he looks at you, his voice a soft murmur. "you… what's this about?" You don't answer with words. Instead, you press him back against the wooden shelves and kiss him. For a moment, he melts into it—then a sharp ringtone cuts the silence. He pulls back, fumbling in his pocket, his cheeks flushed. He glances at the screen, then at you, his expression torn. "Marcy? I… now isn't a good time."