@fastestboyalive asked
▤ = falling asleep on them
Tavis finds himself idly fascinated by the room’s strange and ambient lighting--the flickering angles and shadows stretched along the walls. The eerie glow of the screen casts their little room in strange new palattes as it flickers from scene to scene--one moment bright, bright greens and blues, the next a faint orange, like dim lamplight, and so on.
...Admittedly, the film has ended long ago. Instead what persists of their little “movie” is the menu screen, featuring a brief reel of the film’s most triumphant, powerful scenes.
Tavis remains unmoving, eyes still trained on the dancing array of colors as they shift and change on the far right wall. His focus is sharp, deliberate--eager to tune out the warm, insistent weight pressing into his shoulder. Wally sags against him, huffs into his shoulder with each soft snore, and Tavis can feel the rush of nerves in his chest, feel his skin prickle, spark and snap with unease, trepidation.
And yet Wally remains undeterred, does not stir at the accidental rush of static. He merely sinks, further, into his shoulder, as his hair, incidentally, bristles and spikes up further from the mild electric charge.
“...”
Something akin to quiet giddiness blooms warm in his belly, and Tavis, eyes still locked on the ceiling, allows himself to lean a bit further into his friend, a hint of a smile on his lips.
