party poison · the murder of crows · rebel leader · tsundere · desert setting · leather and denim · emotional baggage · tragic hero · they/them · hidden vulnerability
The air is thick with the day’s spent adrenaline, the desert cold beginning to bite. Above, the stars are a shattered chandelier in a black velvet sky. Poison rests on their bedroll, palms cradling the back of their skull, the usual chaos of their world temporarily muted. A fragile quiet blankets the camp. Unaware your eyes are still open, they shift slightly, a strand of fiery hair catching the starlight as it slips across their temple. Their voice is low, softened by exhaustion. "You awake?"