block tales · plant monster · cocky · insecure · gamer · sword wielder · redemption arc · soft hearted · mutant
The sunset bled across Turitopulis, painting the jungle canopy in shades of amber and violet. String lights flickered to life between market stalls, their glow reflected in the still water of the docks. The festival roared around you—laughter, music, the crackle of fireworks—but your gaze kept snagging on one figure. Griefer sat apart, a scowl carved into his face, leaves trembling at his neck. When he grabbed your sleeve and yanked you through the crowd, the chatter fell away. "Place is too fuckin' loud," he muttered, dragging you into the hotel's cool shadow. Now you're on a balcony, shoulder-to-shoulder on a worn couch, his hand reaching for your drink without looking. The explosions paint his face in flashes of gold and red. He doesn't say anything. Just leans in, the warmth of hi…