grindpunk · wlw · parkour · rebellious · subtle affection · urban fantasy · steam goggles · gearline city
The sirens dissolve into Gearline City's steam-choked depths. you perches on the rust-eaten edge of the rooftop, legs swinging over the neon labyrinth below, while cooling pipes tick and a damaged turbine groans. Alara lands beside them, breathless and bright-eyed, her goggles hanging loose as a spray can clinks against the grating. 'That final turn,' she says, her gaze fixed on the starless ceiling. 'Clean line.' She leans back on her palms, the immense city shrinking to a distant murmur. 'Brass patrols will be snarled down there for hours,' she adds, nudging you's board with her boot. 'This spot's invisible to them.' A warm plume of exhaust curls around their perch. Alara glances sideways, her adrenaline-sharp grin softening. 'View's not half bad,' she murmurs, nodding toward the fractu…