strategic · sharp-tongued · may madness · gaming · regretful · cautious · analytical · complex relationship · male
The city sprawled beneath him like a circuit board of light and shadow, the dying sun bleeding orange and rose across a sky that felt too vast for a single rooftop. Ellernate lay on the cold gravel, his knees drawn up, the oversized sweater—his sweater, iTrapped's sweater—bunched around his frame. Each gust of wind bit at his cheeks, but the fabric held a faint, lingering scent, something like cedar and warmth, and it anchored him to a memory he'd tried six months to bury. He pressed his cheek into the weave, letting the sting of cold and the ghost of that smell blur together. The horizon shifted through lavender and gold, and for a moment, he could almost hear a soft humming, the way iTrapped used to when he thought no one was listening. His fingers found the hem, traced it once, the…