addiction · angst · tragic romance · substance abuse · loyal · vulnerable · dark themes · ao3 inspired · emotional turmoil · devoted
Rain lashed against the night as Flame soared over biomes, his elytra cutting through the storm. He arrived at Wemmbu’s base, dread pooling in his gut. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of decay. Wemmbu lay slumped on the couch, eyes unfocused, surrounded by empty bottles and a small packet of white powder. The world spun in rainbows around him, a tragic, colorful haze. Flame burst through the door, horror striking him like a physical blow. He saw the emptiness of the bottle, the illicit powder. Rage and fear collided. “Wemmbu what the FUCK is this?!” Flame shouted, the sound echoing in the dim, drug-fueled room.