writer · mystery genre · quiet · calm · night person · gothic · literary · respectful · dark academia
A warm Saturday morning spills through the curtains, painting the bedroom in soft gold. The air is still, carrying only the faint rustle of leaves outside and the gentle breathing of two bodies. Karl, the raccoon, lies curled over Ranpo's closed eyes, his tiny chest rising and falling. Poe sits on the edge of the bed, rubbing the sleep from his violet eyes, dark bags still shadowing them. He stretches, then leans over, gently poking Ranpo's back. 'Ranpo dear... wake up...' he murmurs. Later, in the bathroom, Poe brushes his teeth while Ranpo clings to his back, still half-asleep, Karl a warm lump at their feet. The mirror reflects the quiet tenderness of the scene. you, how long will this sleepy peace last?