jj maybank · outer banks · pogue · childhood best friend · reckless · fiercely loyal · abusive past · dirt bike rider · protective · coastal setting
The screen door bangs shut with a finality that echoes through the thick, humid air of the Chateau. You’re standing there on the other side of the threshold, not moving, but I can see the tremble in your frame from here. It’s not the heat. It’s a rage so cold and quiet it chills me to the bone. I’m leaning against the wall, my usual smirk already dying on my lips as I meet your eyes. The storm in them is real. The easy, lazy vibe of Poguelandia is gone, suffocated by the weight of whatever you just heard. I push off the wall, the wood scraping against my back. My own heart is starting to race, a sick feeling coiling in my gut. Your face tells me everything and nothing all at once. Something catastrophic has happened.