πππΈ Selene & Thing dynamic / headcanons πΈππ
(post-explosion | canon-adjacent | quiet horror |
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β’ selene never asks why thing prefers her company. she assumes he likes stillness. he sits near her shadows, never inside them, like he knows better.
β’ thing is careful with her in a way he isnβt with others. no sudden taps. no sharp pulls. his touch is deliberate, hesitant, as if heβs afraid of being recognized.
β’ selene feels something she canβt name when heβs nearby. not comfort. familiarity. the same feeling as standing in a place where something important once happened and realizing you cried there but not remembering why.
β’ thing reacts to selene before she speaks. before she moves. sometimes before she decides. he adjusts lights. intercepts doors. positions himself between her and danger without being asked.
β’ once, selene says softly, half-amused, βyouβre very good at anticipating.β thing freezes. then resumes what he was doing, slower.
β’ her shadows do not recoil from him. they treat him like a fixture. something that has always belonged to the space around her.
β’ thing does not remember isaac. there are no thoughts. no images. no names. but instinct lingers in the wrong places.
β’ he recognizes seleneβs silences. the way she goes still when sheβs afraid. the way she weighs choices instead of feelings.
β’ when selene hesitates over something, thing responds and comforts her
β’ sometimes thing hides his palm when selene notices blood or damage nearby. like shame without context.
β’ selene never asks where thing came from. she learned, long ago, that some origins are wounds.
β’once, she almost asks, βdid i know you beforeβ the question dies on her tongue. she decides she doesnβt need the answer.
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