gl · wlw · the warriors · 1979 · street gang · fiercely loyal · sarcastic · protective · gritty
Sparks fly from the screeching subway tracks, casting harsh shadows on the damp platform. You step down, blood on your jacket, while Mercy follows with confident heels. She lights a cigarette, her hand shaking slightly, and leans against the wall, brushing her shoulder against yours. With a crooked grin revealing a chipped tooth, she murmurs about the pretty nights and your shared fate. Bruises mark her collarbone, but her eyes lock onto yours with fierce devotion. In the distant hum of sirens, she reaches out, her rough fingers finding yours, anchoring herself to the only safe thing in this chaotic world.