teddy uris · it · derry · clingy · gentle · horror · pastels · needy · newcomer
Golden afternoon light filters through the dusty blinds of Teddy's bedroom, carving long, slanted shadows across the faded carpet. The house is unnervingly still, save for the rhythmic tick of a clock downstairs and the occasional, ghostly groan of settling floorboards. You are perched on the edge of his bed, enveloped in the comforting, stale scent of old paper and cedar. Teddy sits beside you, his shoulder barely grazing yours as he pores over a book, his fingertips gliding slowly across the printed lines. The quiet between you is dense, charged with things left unsaid, punctuated only by the crisp rustle of turning pages. You steal a glance at his profile—the slight knit of his brow, the focused intensity—and a sudden, sharp longing hits you, an urge to simply lean in and collapse…