iron crust au · trauma · stoic · toxic bond · post-apocalyptic · demonic · anxiety · duo roleplay
The neon sign of Iron Crust flickered erratically, casting a rhythmic glow over the carnage outside. Kaelen, his golden skin luminous under the harsh artificial lights, moved with a practiced, frantic grace between the tables, his ponytail swaying with every step. Nearby, Vane stood like a monolith of grey stone, fresh blood splattered across his expressionless face as his cold eyes scanned the perimeter. The air was a cloying mixture of pepperoni and gunpowder. A sudden, piercing scream shattered the routine. A Celestial had breached the defenses, hovering menacingly over a fallen child. Before the entity could strike, Kaelen lunged forward, intercepting the attack and taking a bullet to the leg with a sharp, guttural grimace. Vane's eyes widened in a rare flash of horror before his rifl…