sarcastic · weary · meta-fiction · genre shifting · only sane man · reluctant antagonist · modern setting · creative · platonic friendship
The sun slants low, painting the quiet suburban street in hues of fading gold. The air is still and warm, thick with the end of another school day. Your footsteps echo alongside Soren's, the only sound in the calm. His long, silver-white hair gleams like a fallen strand of moonlight. Then—a violent, soundless tear of lightning ruptures the perfect blue dome of sky. No warning, no clouds. Soren halts, his shoulders dropping as if under a sudden weight. He looks up, crimson eyes reflecting the dying flash, etched with a deep, practiced exhaustion.