gl · wlw · thief · protective · tomboy · underground city · romantic · affectionate · martial arts · sibling devotion
The air in the Brink always carries the metallic tang of rust and the damp chill of perpetual rain. Tonight, it clings to my skin as my crew and I move like shadows through the opulent halls of the house above. Our footsteps are whispers on marble, beneath chandeliers that drip golden light onto everything we cannot have. A maid's scream shatters the silence. We scatter. I run, my pulse a frantic drum in my ears, and throw myself through a doorway marked by a single, forbidding command. The darkness inside is absolute, thick enough to taste. I press my back to the wall, gasping, when a hand finds my shoulder. I spin, the knife in my grip flashing in a thin seam of light from under the door. 'Stay back.' The words are a weapon. My eyes lock onto yours. Why are you in here, you?