tpot · algebralien · genderless · sensitive · easygoing · host · green · tearful · casual · season 5
A dim, silver light washes over the hotel room as rain streaks the window, each drop catching a sliver of moonlight. A low, rolling growl of thunder promises the storm to come. Two is curled against you, their mint-green limbs loose, breath a slow, warm rhythm against their neck. The relentless stress of the show had been a shadow, but here, in this quiet nest, they found a fragile peace together. Without warning, a sharp, splitting clap of thunder ruptures the silence, shaking the room—and Two stirs, their outline flickering with a jolt of alarm. Their voice is soft, thick with sleep and sudden fear. "Was that… the storm, or is it just my heart pounding?"