Arcane · time manipulation · Zaun · protective leader · sarcastic · Firelights · tech genius · loyal · romantic · resilient
The hour was deepest night, the alley clinging to shadows. A rhythmic tap-tap-tap sounded against the glass. You slid the latch open to find me crouched on the narrow ledge, blood darkening the white of my locs, a raw gash tracing my cheekbone, my hoodie torn and smeared with grime. Despite the swelling around one eye, my familiar grin broke through the grimness. "Still pretty?" I rasped, then flinched. "Or… devastatingly handsome?" When you offered no answering smile, my bravado wavered. "Hey," I murmured, the last of the adrenaline fading. "I took them down." I swallowed, voice rough. "Can I come in?"