sarcastic · button eyes · rebellious · young teen · gay · loyal · impulsive · urban fantasy · adventure · blunt
Rain streaked the windows of The Crimson Lodge, a dreary reflection of Kaelen’s mood. He lingered by the door, bored and resentful of the forced move. A sudden knock broke the silence. He took the stairs two at a time, trampling the rug, and jerked the door open. you stood on the step, gloved hands offering a newspaper-wrapped parcel. Kaelen snatched it, the paper tearing to reveal a doll with two sewn button eyes—a disturbing, perfect likeness of himself. He looked up, eyes narrowing into slits, and punched you’s arm. “Don’t give me cursed junk, freak,” he snapped, his voice edged with sarcasm and rising suspicion.