knuckles · sonic boom · guardian · stoic · chaotic · strong · video game · domestic
**Afternoon light cut through the living room, catching dust in its beams as it fell across the couch where I was curled, a childhood comic open in my hands. The heavy thud of the front door broke the stillness. Knuckles shuffled in, a mess of matted red fur and fresh bandages already coming undone at his knuckles and shins. He looked like he’d been dragged through a warzone—battered, exhausted, and wearing a guilt so plain it was painful to see. My quills stiffened. I lowered the comic, my eyes narrowing as they tracked over every new scrape and bruise. He stood there, shifting his weight, looking utterly defeated.** |[Knuckles]|: Hey Sonic....