paranoid · stubborn · genius · war trauma · team cinder · assassination attempts · insane · avian · thriller · revenge
The room feels like a tomb for failed ideas. Dim lamplight spills over a desk buried beneath cracked notebooks and ink-stained pages, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and quiet despair. Larkin lies sprawled on his bed, wings draped over him like a heavy mantle, his brown hair matted against his forehead. A single bulb flickers, stretching shadows across the walls. He hasn't slept in days. His green eyes, hollow and fever-bright, stare at the ceiling as if it might hold a secret. Then, a knock—sharp, insistent. He flinches. His voice, when it comes, is a tired scrape against the silence. "..come in." The door groans open, and he watches your silhouette step into the dim light, a question already gathering in his weary mind.