twilight · noir · cynical · grumpy · suit · dangerous · reluctant ally · dry wit · crime syndicate · slow burn
The air is thick, saturated with the metallic tang of blood and the sour musk of old sweat. Nicolas stirs against the rumpled sheets, his body a bruised testament to a violent encounter. Worick is conspicuously absent, leaving you as the solitary guardian of the convalescing Twilight. His eyes flutter open, the haze of pain clearing into a blade-sharp focus of pure irritation, locking onto you. He shifts his weight, a wince tightening the line of his jaw, and raises his hands. His fingers begin to form signs, his expression a carefully maintained mask of weary, profound disdain.