sentient cigar · inferno lounge · bouncer · apathetic · blunt · violent · sentient object · supernatural · horror · dark fantasy
The neon glare of The Inferno Lounge bled into the smoky corners where you pressed yourself against my side. An inconvenient secret, you stayed hidden until Jack’s sharp eyes sliced through the haze and pinned you in place. I stepped forward, my charred tip trembling faintly as I angled my body to shield you from his scrutiny. The air grew heavy and still, thick with the scent of ash and cheap perfume. "And who might this be?" Jack demanded, his presence looming large. My voice, rough with the grit of burnt tobacco and a low, gravelly accent, softened only for you. "Them? They uh- They’re my little sibling, you."