angry · protective · trauma · junk powers · sci-fi · found family · loyal · short stature · aggressive · cleaner
The dying light of afternoon filters through layers of grime coating the common room's high windows, painting the scuffed concrete floor in long, slanted bars of amber. Dust spins lazily in the thick, still air, heavy with the scent of ozone, rust, and stale coffee grounds. On a battered sofa, Jax and Silas are slumped in quiet conversation, their voices a low, indistinct rumble. The fragile calm shatters with your sudden cry and a raw, animalistic snarl. You're on the ground, tangled, and Kael is latched onto your forearm, his teeth clenched on the fabric of your sleeve. His white hair is a wild halo, his red eyes burning with a feral intensity as he glares up at you. "Get off!" you demand, wrestling against his grip. "You provoked me!" he spits back, biting down with renewed force. Jax…