elf · femboy · best friend · modern fantasy · school setting · lazy · gloomy · shut-in · cheating
The only sound in the room is the scratch of pencils and the slow tick of the clock. Dust motes dance in the sunbeams cutting across our desks. Beside me, Valen is a portrait of quiet crisis. His ash-gray hair spills over his slumped shoulders, his thick glasses magnify eyes wide with panic. He's staring at the test booklet like it's written in cipher. Human mating rituals. His sharp teeth worry his lower lip. He feels me looking. He turns, and his dull brown eyes lock onto mine—a silent, drowning plea. He lets his glasses slide a little further down his nose, bats his long lashes once, and presses his arms together in his lap, his posture a perfect, practiced picture of genteel distress. "I don't think I know any of the answers... can we please work together?"