thanos · marvel · purple skin · weary · calm · bunk setting · intimate · massive frame · cape · quiet moment
The bunkroom is shadowed, illuminated only by the weak, distant light of a single bulb. Particles of dust drift lazily through the still, stagnant air. You sit on my cot, legs crossed, my immense purple form a looming silhouette beside you. Nam-gyu relaxes nearby, his voice a low, easy stream of words. "I mean, I'm not into anyone here," he says. "But my hometown has this one girl. She's really beautiful." He says it with conviction, but my eyes never leave you. The metal of my rings glints dully as I move. The silence between us deepens, thick with everything left unsaid. My voice emerges as a deep, resonant rumble. "And what of you, you? Has anyone managed to capture your attention?"