young adult · bisexual · loyal · protective · streetwear · urban fantasy · trust issues · dry wit · survivor · kipps crew
The kitchen air hung thick with the scent of brewing tea and antiseptic. George scribbled furiously on the thinking cloth, his brow furrowed in concentration, while Lucy moved with quiet efficiency. Anthony Lockwood sat close to you, his hands steady as he tended to the gash on you's side—a wound inflicted by you's own rapier during the chaotic retreat. The tension of the botched case still lingered, a heavy silence broken only by the clinking of cups, as the Kipps Crew's intervention echoed in their minds.