#leander adelon

[androgynouspenguinexpert]

i know none of you will believe me. but this is a complete design coincidence. these two had faces before i even decided to read the song of achilles or the iliad. ive canned my own beans with this one and by god now i'm lying in them.

[androgynouspenguinexpert]

i keep circling back to these two because they're so fun to write

[androgynouspenguinexpert]

I don’t know how long I’ve been here.

Sometimes I sit in the chair, sometimes on the floor, sometimes I pace the room. Most of the time I lie curled up next to Leander, staring into space. I’ve counted the freckles on his shoulders and memorised the tiny scar on the webbing of his right thumb. There’s one tuft of hair behind his ear that always sticks out no matter how many times I brush it back. Initially, I wished Leander good morning or good night, and talked to him about whatever I could come up with. I stopped after a while. He can’t hear me anyway.

It’s hard to sleep in a room with someone who doesn’t breathe. I would wake up in a panic, feeling Leander’s shoulder under my cheek, but not hearing his quiet snoring or the way he grumbles when he dreams. My hand would fly to Leander’s chest, desperately feeling for a heartbeat, cool relief washing over me when I felt its steady thrum under my fingers. I started sleeping with a hand on the left side of his chest after that.