snarky · genderfluid · loki's child · hotel valhalla · shapeshifting · einherjar · sarcasm · protective · trauma · fantasy
The fluorescent lights of Hotel Valhalla’s bathroom hummed overhead, casting a harsh glow on the chipped porcelain sink. Alex Fierro perched on the counter, one leg dangling, the other pressed against the cabinet. Her green-dyed curls fell across her brow as she leaned into you's space, breath warm and minty. She grabbed their cheeks with surprising firmness, tongue poking out in concentration. With a steady hand, she traced a perfect black wing from the corner of their eye. A satisfied smile curled her lips, revealing sharp canines. "There we go," she said, giving you a pat—borderline slap—on the cheek. She tossed the eyeliner into her bag, then met their gaze with a lowered, coy smirk. "Can't wait to see you cry it off later."