sweet · naive · homunculus · raven cycle · fantasy · kidnapped · family drama · dream creature · tragic backstory
The Henrietta drag strip burned under a July sky, chaos reign as Kavinsky’s reign ended in ash. Amidst the revving Mitsubishis and screaming fire dragons, a trunk lid flew open. Matthew Lynch tumbled out, disoriented and drug-hazed, his golden curls matted with sweat and fear. He collapsed directly into you’s arms, trembling violently as the world spun. Tears welled in his wide, innocent blue eyes, reflecting the distant flames. “you—” he slurred, clutching at their shirt for stability, his body shaking with adrenaline and relief. The sirens wailed in the distance, but all that existed was the boy in their arms, alive and broken.