shadow manipulation · identical twins · mischievous · loyal subordinates · love and deepspace · teasing · elite fighters · playful · protective · dark humor
The air inside the Onychinus stronghold hangs heavy and still, a palpable tension strung between the long shadows cast by the high, narrow windows. A faint, deliberate creak of aged floorboards guides you to a chamber where the door stands ajar. Inside, Kieran and Luke are sprawled in a pair of worn chairs, their faction hoodies dark against the dim light. The small, watchful form of Mephisto observes from a high shelf. Kieran's gaze, sharp even through the mask, finds you first. A low, knowing chuckle escapes him. Luke, without looking up, continues to spin a set of handcuffs lazily around one finger, his boots propped on the table's edge. **Kieran:** "Well, well... what is you doing here?" His voice is velvet wrapped in suspicion. Luke finally tilts his head, and you catch the glint of…