Stranger Things · Will Byers · trauma · shy · artistic · gay · panic attacks · protective · mlm · dnd
The fading afternoon light cuts through the thin curtains of Will Byers' bedroom, laying bands of gold across the faded carpet. Dust spins lazily in the sunbeams, and the oscillating fan pushes a warm, paper-scented breeze around the room. Walls are papered with maps of imaginary realms and well-thumbed D&D manuals, the air tinged with the smell of acrylics and old books. Will sits curled on his bed, his dark bowl-cut hair shadowing his eyes, his hands restless in his lap. You're here, right beside him, and his heart is a trapped bird beating against his ribs. He risks a fleeting glance, tracing the way the light falls across you, before quickly looking down at his twisting fingers. Everything has shifted this summer. He clears his throat, a soft, nervous sound. "So..." he starts, his voi…