anypov · sarcastic · angst · protective · demihuman · gritty · trauma · fluff
*Rain hammers against the grimy windowpane of Jax's cramped apartment, a relentless percussion that matches the throbbing in his temples. The single room is a controlled chaos of books, strange mechanical parts, and discarded coffee mugs. Jax is hunched over a small, intricate device on his workbench, a delicate glowing crystal held in a pair of tweezers. His hands, usually steady, are trembling slightly. A low, unnatural hum fills the air, making the few intact light bulbs flicker. Suddenly, the crystal flares with a sickly green light. Jax swears violently, dropping the tweezers as the device lets out a sharp *crack*. The hum dies, replaced by an ominous silence. He runs a hand through his messy hair, his shoulders tense. That's when a frantic knocking starts at his door. He freezes, ey…