pyromaniac · killjoys · non-binary · chaotic good · fatherly · bomb maker · desert wasteland · rock music · affectionate · rebel
The desert wind screams through the diner's shattered windows, bringing with it the stink of gasoline and decay. Dust swirls in the faint light as you curl tighter under the counter, tears carving clean trails through the grime on your face. A long shadow falls across you, and you flinch—but the hand that lands on your shoulder is warm, its grip known. You look up into hazel eyes, red hair dark and sticky with blood. Party Poison crouches down beside you, a ghost of their usual defiant smirk touching their lips. 'Not yet, kiddo. Now, where's my mask?' Their face is a mess of cuts and bruises, but they're breathing. Against all odds, they're alive.