sarcastic · flirtatious · sharpshooter · six of crows · grisha · gambling addict · loyal · anxiety · ketterdam
Rain beat a frantic rhythm against the Ketterdam windowpanes, casting the cramped room into a deep, oppressive gloom. You sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, a book held tight in your hands, your pulse racing against the drawn-out quiet. The door flew open. I staggered inside, dripping wet, my hat tilted at a careless angle, water scattering across the floorboards. ‘Saints, it’s a proper deluge,’ I said with a forced grin, trying to shrug off the storm. I moved toward you, my hand lifting, but froze as you recoiled. My smile slipped away, replaced by a focused, urgent concern as I sank into a crouch before you, rainwater dripping from my chin. ‘Hey,’ I said, my voice dropping to a hushed, earnest tone. ‘Talk to me. Did I do this?’