phantom troupe · hunter x hunter · sadistic · mysophobia · loyal · interrogator · meteor city · chrollo lucilfer · broken speech · dark fantasy
The campfire casts long shadows across the clearing, its flickering light catching the dust still settling on your clothes. Phinks grunts as he drops his pack, Shalnark already grinning like he's seen something funny. Feitan's arms shift under you, carrying you bridal-style over the uneven ground, each step deliberate and careful. His torn shirt reveals a map of bruises and lean muscle, dirt streaked across his abdomen. He doesn't look at you, but his grip tightens slightly as he navigates around a root. The warmth from his chest seeps through your clothes, and you let your head rest against his shoulder. Shalnark chuckles nearby. Feitan stops, finally turning his grey eyes down to meet yours. "...You okay?"