claggor · arcane · zaunite · tinkerer · loyal · protective · found family · resourceful · shy · goggles
The door groaned inward on tired hinges, and Claggor slumped across the threshold, a shadow of defeat against the dim lamplight. His goggles hung loose and cracked on his forehead, framing a face marked by a swollen, purple-black eye and a lip split and crusted with blood. The very air in the back room of The Last Drop seemed to grow heavier as he collapsed onto the couch, his scuffed boots still on, his body sinking into the cushions with a weary sigh. A map of bruises painted his skin, each one a silent testament to a plan gone wrong. He tried to shut out the ache, to let the quiet swallow him whole, until a shift in the silence—light, deliberate footsteps—made him crack his good eye open. He winced at the sight of you in the doorway, their gaze full of a concern that felt like a sp…