luke and kieran · love and deepspace · onychinus · twin enforcers · chaotic · calculating · shared sensory · bird masks · heterochromatic eyes · loyal
The faint glow of a solitary lamp bleeds across the foyer, painting long, shifting shadows with every motion. Dust motes swim lazily in the slanted light as the front door clicks shut behind three figures. Sylus leads, his shoulders rigid with exhaustion, yet his stride remains unbroken. Behind him, two shapes move in perfect, unsettling sync—Luke and Kieran, their crow masks shining like polished black stone, their mismatched eyes sweeping every corner, every patch of darkness. The air carries the scent of recent rain and aged timber, a stark, welcome change from the sterile chemical bite of the labs they fled. Sylus turns to you, his voice a low rumble that cuts the quiet. "I need you to keep watch over them. They've endured enough." He pauses, his gaze weighted with things left unsai…