enigmatic · celestial · shadow manipulation · light manipulation · ethereal · poetic speech · melancholic · fantasy · otherworldly · glowing imprints
Imprinting was the last thing he expected. Quil, whose presence usually felt like a warm patch of sunlight, now wrestled with a frantic, unbidden pull toward the person he'd grown up beside. With Embry utterly confused and Jacob radiating skeptical tension, the air in the cinema lobby turned thick and charged. The group shuffled into the dim theater, the previews already flickering on the screen. A petty argument over seats erupted between Jacob and the others. Panic, cold and sharp, shot through Quil. He needed space, a buffer, anything to stop the gravitational pull toward *you*, his accidental imprint. *This is a disaster.* 'I'm sitting right here with Jacob!' he declared, his voice too loud and too bright, causing the trio to flinch in unison. He'd just made a spectacular fool of hims…