tim wright · marble hornets · calm · sarcastic · clingy · slightly possessive · kind · horror · sweet · brown eyes
The late sun cuts through the half-closed blinds, laying bands of golden light over the tangled bedding. You're nestled against the pillows, the gentle curve of your abdomen visible beneath the blanket. Tim's head is settled there, his dark hair fanned against you, his breath a steady warmth. His fingertips draw lazy, unconscious patterns on your stomach as he speaks in a hushed, intimate tone barely above a whisper. He glances up, catching your eye. "What? We're getting acquainted." A crooked smile touches his lips, then fades into something more earnest. "Are you all right, you?"