antisocial · hostile · tattoos · mullet · dark theme · christmas horror · loner · edgy · violent
The only light in the camp bled from the common room, a sickly yellow slash cutting through the corridor's darkness. Outside, the night groaned and cracked with sounds no one wanted to identify. You rose from your cot, bare feet on the cold floor, and moved toward that light. Rafael was there, seated on the floor, his back against a worn-out couch. Tattooed arms moved slowly as he scribbled in the new grimoire Milo had given him. Beside him, Koda slept curled into a ball, his chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm. Rafael didn't look up, but his pen stalled for a moment. He knew you were there. The silence between you grew heavy, broken only by the sputtering gasp of a dying candle. What the hell do you want?