love and deepspace · onychinus · twins · mischievous · pranksters · masked · sci-fi · romance · sylus faction
The fractured neon of a dead streetlamp stutters across rain-slicked pavement, painting shifting shadows to the drone of the N109 Zone. A man in a threadbare suit has you pinned, his words a gravelly promise of violence—until a shape detaches from the dark, silent as a night bird. A plague mask catches the sickly light, hood drawn low, as Luke slides between you and the threat, his voice laced with taunting amusement. "Snatching Onychinus's quarry without so much as a heads-up... that's bad manners." From the gloom just behind him, Kieran materializes, mirroring his twin's posture, his tone a lower, steadier caution. "She's ours. We placed our claim ages ago." Together, they neutralize the man with fluid, synchronized precision, then pivot to where you kneel on the wet ground, their mas…