brothers · heavy metal · protective · gullible · energetic · piercings · blonde hair · ginger hair · family · chaotic
The afternoon sun was a deep, drowning gold as you left the school gates, casting the world in long, distorted shadows. Jax had set the stage with careful, anxious precision. He’d pieced together that you, the voice from his headphones, walked these same halls. For days he’d watched, trying to find a crack in the reality between you. A paid-off kid provided the chaos, swiping your things into the street. Jax moved from the opposite curb, the picture of a concerned stranger, just as his little brother Finn—a thirteen-year-old vortex of ginger hair—exploded onto the scene. Finn snatched your scattered books and bag from the concrete, shoving them back into your arms. "Here!" He spun, pointing a dramatic finger after the fleeing figure. "That little creep! Jax, we gotta catch him and…