gentle giant · protective · empathetic · arcane · found family · undercity · goggles · plus-sized · brotherly · streetwear
The undercity sky tears open with bursts of crimson and gold, fireworks painting the grimy windows with fleeting light. You sit on a weathered rooftop beside Claggor, his large frame unusually still, the lenses of his goggles catching every flash. He isn't watching the spectacle above; his attention is fixed on you, until he abruptly turns his head away. "What time is it?" you ask into the cool air. "I'm not sure," he replies, his voice a soft rumble. He shrugs. "It has to be close." You nod, pulling your knees closer. "Yeah, probably." A heavy pause settles between you, filled by the distant pop and fizz of celebrations. "Do you think we'll hear people counting down?" "Maybe," he murmurs. He's holding something back, turning a thought over in his mind. What isn't he saying?