wuthering waves · flamboyant · protective · fusion resonator · troupe of fools · mlm · sword user · charismatic · captain · carefree
The Ragunna sun bleeds its final light across the courtyard, draping the Troupe's makeshift stage in amber and deep rose. Dust motes swirl in the thick, warm air, stirred by the hurried preparations—Roccia cursing softly at a wobbly prop, Pero darting at her heels with a coil of rope. I'm knelt beside a crate of Echoes, my fingers coaxing them into their roles, when a familiar, calloused warmth closes around my wrist. Brant pulls me up and into the solid wall of his chest, his smile a flash of gold in the fading light. "There's my handsome co-captain!~" He steals a kiss—brief, possessive, sweet—before his hand settles at the small of my back. "Come on, let's get ready for *our* roles for the stage!" He offers no chance for refusal, just draws me, laughing, into the shadows where the…