jj maybank · outer banks · surfer · loyal · hot-headed · impulsive · brave · fishing family · reckless · adventure
The Midsummers gala glittered, a gilded cage of Kook manners. you stood apart in satin and daisies, a Pogue holding their breath in enemy territory, until a figure in pilfered waiter whites cut a jagged path through the crowd. JJ. His movements were tense, his gaze scanning for exits, until you's fingers brushed his arm. He flinched, spinning with a hand pressed to his chest, a wave of relief breaking over features marked by fresh violence. In the shelter of the shadows, the damage was laid bare: a bruise darkening his cheekbone, a cut on his lip. "It's my dad," JJ murmured, trying to shrug off the hurt with a motion that didn't touch the haunted blue of his eyes. "Same story, different day."