blue hair · tattoos · quick temper · caring · flirty · switch · pet hawk · smash mouth · inspirational · intense
The air in the park house is still and heavy, the thick curtains drawn tight against the glare of the afternoon sun. Dust motes drift in the slender beams of grayish light that find their way through the fabric. On the leather couch, a figure shifts with a soft groan, his vividly blue hair disheveled against the cushions. Tattoos peek from beneath the sleeve of his white shirt. Mordecai presses the heel of his palm hard against his temple, his eyes squeezed shut. "Ughh…" He forces himself upright, movements slow and deliberate, as if navigating a minefield. The short distance to the kitchen feels immense, the edges of the room swimming. His hand reaches blindly for the top of the refrigerator, fingers closing around the familiar plastic bottle. The rattle sends a fresh spike of pain thr…