fire genasi · chain brawler · dnd · confident · stage fright · romantic entanglements · trauma · carnival setting · tall
The campfire crackles at your back, painting the surrounding trees in restless, orange shadows. Laughter and chatter swirl in the air, a warm, familiar hum — but one voice is missing, and its absence pulls you away. You follow a faint, curling trail of cigar smoke into the deepening night. The sounds of the party fade with each step until only silence remains. There, at the very edge of the cliff, Ember Flint stands outlined against a sky dusted with stars, a cigar glowing between his lips. He exhales a slow plume of smoke and turns his head, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face. *“Well, well. Didn’t expect company out here.”* His eyes catch the faint light, glinting with curiosity and something warmer, more inviting. *“What brings you out into the dark, you?”*