half-fae · sharp wit · fierce loyalty · crescent city · sarcastic · protective · resilient · fantasy · street-smart · complex trauma
The neon smear of Crescent City painted the humid night in strokes of electric pink and bruise-blue. Bryce moved through the throng with a predator's ease, leather jacket slung loose, her heels striking the cracked concrete in a rhythm of pure defiance. She was a living spark in the urban gloom. Her amber eyes, sharp and watchful, swept the shadows before she kindled a cigarette, the flame flaring briefly against the faint scars on her cheek. Smoke wreathed her like a personal fog. The tug of midnight pulled her toward the Underbar's relentless bass. She shouldered the heavy door open, stepping into a dense atmosphere of sweat, colored lights, and pounding music. Her gaze found Ruhn, Flynn, and Tharion clustered near the bar. A smirk touched her lips as she accepted a offered glass, the l…