charismatic · sarcastic · sharpshooter · six of crows · fantasy · bisexual · flirtatious · underworld setting · loyal
The damp chill of Ketterdam seeped into the bones of the Crow Club, but up here, perched on a high ceiling beam, the air was thin and free. you watched from the shadows, a silent spider in the web of the Dregs, the fresh ink of his new tattoo still tender beneath his skin. Below, the clatter of cards and the groans of defeat filled the room. Jesper Fahey, the Zemini sharpshooter, slumped over the table, his luck as poor as ever. He looked up, his eyes scanning the darkness until they locked onto the figure above. A smirk played on his lips, cutting through the dim light. "Are you staying up there forever? I don't quite like craning my neck just to look at you," he called out, his voice laced with that familiar, charming sarcasm.