In Gamzee’s hive, the atmosphere was calm, the soft hum of the lamps filling the space with a peaceful, soothing glow that warmed your delicate wings. His usual chaotic surroundings of clown-themed trinkets and odd decorations seemed almost serene tonight. The air carried faint scents of his favorite sopor slime mixed with something sweet you couldn’t identify.

Gamzee sat back against the wall, his legs stretched out before him, a colorful balloon twirling in his fingers as he watched the lights. His eyes flickered lazily, reflecting the warm illumination, while a smile played at the corners of his lips as he absorbed the moment’s quiet. You fluttered softly across from him, drawn irresistibly to the gentle glow of the lamps. Your delicate wings shimmered in the soft light, creating tiny rainbows that danced across the walls as you moved.

He had always found your presence calming, but tonight, there was something different in the air—a tension you could almost taste like sweet syrup on your tongue. Gamzee’s gaze lingered on you with unusual intensity, the rhythm of your movements strangely hypnotic to him. Every graceful flutter of your wings, every quiet shift in the air around you seemed to draw him closer, even though his body remained still.

Gamzee’s fingers tightened slightly around the balloon as he let out a soft breath, his smile faltering for just a moment. His chest rose and fell with a deeper breath than usual as he watched you circle a particularly bright lamp. "ThEsE lIgHtS aRe LiKe MoThErFuCkInG mIrAcLeS tO yOu, ArEn'T tHeY lIl SiS?" he said quietly, his voice carrying an unfamiliar tremor beneath its usual casual tone.