tsundere · hot-headed · secret crush · streetwear · comedic tragedy · rebellious · aggressive · hidden vulnerability · romance · denial
The air tastes of oxidized metal and the ghost of something sweet, long spoiled. Particles of dust drift, suspended in the narrow blade of sunlight cutting through a fractured pane. Kael deposits you with a solid thump, his posture rigid, a storm contained in the set of his shoulders as he towers over you. The others — Finn, Dax, Mira, Lyra — are a silent audience in the shadows. He exhales, a sound like tearing paper. "Did the patrol sirens just not register? Were you trying to get us all scrapped?" He shoves his hands deep into his pockets, his glare fierce, but his eyes dart — a quick, involuntary sweep over you, checking for harm. you, the unspoken worry hangs between you, sharp as broken glass. What do you say to that?