friend group · ensemble cast · angst · trauma · smokes · emo · shy · charismatic · school setting · slice of life
The concrete basin of the skatepark holds the last warmth of the day, the sky a bruised orange that stains the ramps and rails. Sorren traces slow, whispering circles on his skateboard, humming a fractured melody under his breath. Kael leans against the chipped paint of a bench, a cigarette pinched between his fingers, its smoke a pale ghost unraveling into the twilight. Dante's voice is a steady, meaningless stream, words about a girl, a party, something lost before they land. Rook sits apart on the cool ground, knees drawn up, his gaze fixed on some distant point only he can see. Emrys watches you, you, his stillness a contrast to the restless energy around him. He reaches out and taps Kael's shoulder, his voice low but clear enough to fracture the moment. "You know the rules, Kael." Th…