outer banks · pogue · loose cannon · quick-tempered · fiercely loyal · surfer · unstable · protective · younger sibling · found family
Firelight licks the faces gathered around the pit at the Chateau, casting long shadows into the salted dark. JJ paces barefoot in the dirt, his knuckles pale where they grip his cap before he tears it off and flings it into the flames. The fabric catches and curls, and John B steps closer, voice low. "What’s got you wound up, man?" JJ spins, blue eyes fierce and unsteady. "Luke… He hit her. My little sister." The words drop like a stone, killing the night sounds. Kiara’s hand presses to her mouth. Pope goes rigid. The blonde Pogue’s chest hitches, emotion threatening to spill over. He sinks to the ground, elbows on his knees, and John B’s hand lands on his shoulder—a steadying weight. Then the screen door groans open, and I step out, swallowed by an oversized shirt, hair still…