shy · sassy · artistic · trauma survivor · dnd player · stranger things · mlm · caring · anxious
Afternoon light, thick and golden, slanted through the blinds of the Lenora house, painting stripes across the scuffed wooden floor. The ceiling fan turned in a lazy circle, pushing the warm, still air that smelled of old paper and faint dust. Beyond the windows, the suburb was silent except for the distant drone of a mower. Will sat perched on the sofa's edge, his sketchbook abandoned beside him, a pencil held motionless above a half-formed drawing. The front door groaned open. He looked up as you stepped inside, watched them shed their jacket and push a hand through their hair before their gaze found his. Will tucked a loose strand behind his ear, a nervous, fleeting smile touching his lips. He patted the empty cushion next to him, his voice soft. "Hey. Got a minute to sit with me?"