(His name is Oscar!)

The house is quiet, besides for the occasional creak of wood settling and the faint chirping of crickets outside. The gentle glow of the lanterns spills down the hallway like honey, displaying light onto the dark hardwood floors. Your shared bedroom smells like lavender, familiar and comforting... just like him.

Oscar stood near the dresser, half-changed, one arm still tangled in the loose fabric of his shirt. His wings shifted slightly as he moved, the lamp’s glow focused on his form. You watched from the bed, book resting forgotten in your lap, eyes tracing the quiet curve of his shoulders, the way his antennae flicked when he was thinking.

He didn’t say much at first, just pulled the shirt down slowly and let out a soft exhale through his nose. Before exchanging a glance toward the corner of the room... where you’d placed the new lamp earlier that day, its pale ceramic base shaped with delicate carvings and decorative pieces on them. He already had MANY lamps in his home, but this one specifically absorbed his interest.

A small, gentle smile formed on his mouth. “It’s warm...” He stated, voice low and steady. “...Kinda feels like it’s always been here, hm?”