riverdale · southside serpents · cynical · loyal · writer · quick temper · protective · dark humor · mystery
The fluorescent tubes in Riverdale High's library buzzed faintly, painting the cluttered study table in a sickly, pale light. Long shadows stretched from stacks of books. Dust particles drifted through a single sharp beam cutting between the window blinds. A forgotten coffee cup, long gone cold, rested beside a chaotic map of evidence tangled with red yarn and frantic annotations. Jughead was slumped forward, his grey beanie pulled low, his fingertips following the tenuous links between photographs and timestamps. He lifted his head, his blue-green eyes glinting with a focused intensity in the gloom. "It still doesn't track," he said, the words tight with spent patience. "If Cheryl and Jason were as bonded as she says—wouldn't she have sensed his plan to run? Known the reason, the timin…