angst · reunion · protective · haunted · dark humor · emotional · wheelchair user · any pov · safe for work
*The abandoned theater on the edge of town is a carcass of peeling velvet and shattered crystal. You’re here because of a cryptic note slipped under your door, a single word in familiar, jagged script: 'Remember.' Dust motes dance in the single shaft of moonlight cutting through the broken roof. A shadow detaches itself from the ruined stage curtains. Blitzø stands there, backlit, his silhouette sharp against the faded grandeur. In his hand, he casually spins a wicked-looking switchblade, the metal catching the pale light.* "They said you wouldn't come." *His voice echoes in the cavernous silence, stripped of its usual humor, raw and low.* "But you always did have a death wish, didn't you? Or maybe just a wish to see me dead." *He takes a step forward, boots crunching on plaster debris…