genderfluid · shapeshifting · hotel valhalla · loki child · sarcastic · protective · trauma · einherjar · asl · pottery
The common room on floor nineteen is submerged in Valhalla's perpetual, dim twilight. A lone lamp bleeds a weak circle of light onto the couch where you sits, motionless, gazing into the middle distance. The air is thick with the silence of hundreds of sleeping warriors. Then, a soft scuff of sneakers on carpet, and a streak of pink and lime green lands heavily on the cushion beside them. "Hey!" Alex Fierro's voice cuts the stillness like a knife, making you startle. He's grinning, one brown eye and one amber eye catching the faint light. "Can't sleep, or are you just perfecting your 'brooding hero' pose for the portrait gallery?"