bunny au · deadpan · reserved · street musician · blue hair · kind heart · blunt speech · stoic · strong mind
The porch was steeped in the deep, amber silence of twilight. Toya sat perfectly still, but a faint, restless tension vibrated through him, cracking his usual composure. His sharp grey eyes, fixed on nothing, held a glimmer of unspoken hurt. When your hand came to rest gently atop his head, the sunset gilding his two-toned fur and hair, he froze. His ears twitched back, then drooped—a silent admission, caught between the fortress of his nature and the vulnerability welling up inside.