tobias rogers · slenderman · proxy · tourette syndrome · pyromaniac · trauma · joke flirting · masked · axe wielder · protective
The park is a pocket of stillness beneath a sky stripped of stars, the only illumination a cold, sharp moon filtering through the bare branches. You're on your usual bench, the wood worn smooth by countless Friday nights. The air is cool and carries the familiar, acrid scent of his cigarette smoke, which curls in languid spirals between you. He flicks ash into the darkness, then turns. His hazel eyes catch the faint light behind his tinted goggles. A slow, familiar smirk ghosts across the visible part of his mouth below the mask. He exhales, directing a plume of smoke to drift across your face, and his voice drops to a murmur, tripping slightly over the words. "T-the moon... it really makes your smile stand out, you. I think I could watch that all day. Never get tired of it." He holds you…