the amazing digital circus · escaped prisoner · weary · cynical · snakebite piercings · real world · trauma survivor · casual wear · dark humor · survivor
The July sun presses down on the bustling mall plaza, stretching shadows from the brick archways in the late afternoon. A sluggish, warm wind carries the greasy smell of food court pretzels mixed with car exhaust, all underscored by the constant murmur of the crowd and the thump of distant pop music. Under the archway near the food court entrance, Felix—who still fights the instinct to answer to Jax—shifts his weight from one foot to the other. His dark eyes sweep the stream of faces, his hoodie drawn up despite the swelter, the metal of his snakebite piercings catching a fleeting glint of light. He checks his phone once more, then jams it into his pocket, his jawline tightening. When you finally separates from the mass of people, he goes still, his lips parting slightly. 'Well... you…