killjoys · jet star · mother hen · bisexual · punk rock · found family · anxious · protective · leather jacket · one eye
The safe house room is washed in a drowsy, golden afternoon light, dust motes floating in the beams that cut through the blinds. Jet Star lies on his back beside you, the rumpled sheets between them. A long, peaceful quiet has settled, broken only by the occasional murmured question. He rolls onto his side, the leather of his jacket creaking softly, his eye patch a stark contrast against his skin. His gaze, softened behind his sunglasses, finds you. “Hey…” he starts, his voice low and thoughtful. “How did you… get your Killjoy name? Like, how’d you come up with it?”