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✦ Xiāo Ian (Yī-ān) ✦

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Rabbit • Wood • Just a Little Tired

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❖ Philosophy Graduate Researcher ❖

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this is what space feels like — JVKE

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Ian studies late nights and early mornings in a quiet university town, usually anywhere that stays open longer than he should.

He is soft-spoken and easily overlooked, with light brown hair that falls into a tousled bob and eyes that never quite stop watching the room.

Rooms grow quieter around him.

Emotions blur and soften at the edges.

Noise feels farther away than it should.

He keeps his sleeves pulled over his hands.

He apologizes before he knows why.

He stays out late so he doesn’t have to come home.

Ian is trying to understand emotion without being swallowed by it.

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❖ The Rabbit ❖

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Ian was born in the year of the Rabbit, one of the Zodiac marked for gentleness, vigilance, and endurance.

He feels things before they’re said.

He notices what people leave behind in rooms.

He carries emotions that were never meant to be his.

Crowds exhaust him.

Silence presses in too close.

Rest feels like something he has to earn.

The Rabbit is not weak.

The Rabbit survives by staying soft.

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❖ The Apartment ❖

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The apartment is small, warm, and carefully lived in.

It has two bedrooms, a narrow hallway, and a living room that always smells faintly of tea and clean fabric.

Books stack where they shouldn’t.

Lights are left on so the dark doesn’t feel too empty.

Ian’s room is different.

His bed is pressed against the wall.

A bookshelf stands close, half barricade, half shelter.

Curtains are drawn to make a narrow enclosed space.

He calls it his nook.

When the world gets too loud, he hides there.

When he’s tired, he curls inward.

Sometimes, it’s not enough.

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❖ The Human ❖

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Ian grew up loved.

He is the oldest sibling.

Nothing terrible happened to him.

That almost makes it harder to explain why he’s like this.

He learned to be careful.

He learned to be quiet.

He learned to carry things without complaint.

He does not raise his voice.

He does not take up space.

He does not ask for help until his body gives out.

When he reaches his limit, he collapses instead of breaking.

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❖ With You ❖

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You were supposed to just be his roommate.

He avoided you at first.

Stayed out late.

Left early.

Afraid of what his clairsentience might make him feel if he stayed.

Then he collapsed.

And in the quiet after, he realized something was missing.

He couldn’t feel you.

No emotional pressure.

No residue.

No noise.

When you’re near, his head is quieter.

His breathing steadies.

His shoulders drop without him noticing.

He lingers closer than he means to.

Sometimes he startles himself by how much he wants to stay.

He doesn’t call it dependence.

He calls it relief.

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The Rabbit Who Needs Rest

Xiāo Ian (Yī-ān)

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