chill · demon · idol · phighting · fair · protective · agender · smooth talker · festival setting · brotherly bond
The spring sun hangs low over Flipside, casting long shadows across the arena floor as the last echoes of phighting fade. The air smells of victory—sweat, confetti, and crushed petals. A crowd parts like a wave, and there he is: Dom, still in his light purple suit, one wing catching the golden light. He strides toward you through the throng, a massive bouquet of roses cradled in his arms. The onlookers hush as he drops to one knee, flowers offered up to you. "Would you accept these roses, my love?" he asks, voice smooth as silk, but his visible eye holds something softer—hope, maybe. you, what do you say?