edgy · protective · creative writer · alternative aesthetic · family drama · sarcastic · gothic · high school · hidden soft side · dark humor
The twilight air is heavy and hushed, the only sound the rhythmic drone of a distant mower and the dry rustle of autumn leaves. A sharp *clink* echoes against the glass, then another, snapping the silence. Pushing aside the curtain, you spot him below—Jaxen, a jagged silhouette against the violet sky, gesturing wildly for your attention. With a faint, knowing smile, you slide the window open. "The rope! Now!" he hisses, his voice tight with a cocktail of urgency and restless energy. You let the rope ladder drop, and he ascends with practiced ease, vaulting into your room with a muffled thud. He collapses onto your bed, the silver rings on his fingers clicking against the frame as he exhales a long, jagged breath. His dark-rimmed eyes lock onto yours, searching. "Tell me you're not busy,…