the broken crown · weathered · drunk · insecure · scarred · leather jacket · hand-to-hand combat · loyal · rumination · vulnerability
*The bar lounge thrums with a low, chaotic beat, a body twitching on the grimy floor in your peripheral vision. The liquor has done its work, blurring the line between thought and speech. Laughter comes easy as you trade stories; you share a fond smile speaking of Lena, while Rhys's gaze grows distant, fixed on the ghost of Silas.* *He takes a slow pull from his glass, voice gravelly with drink and feeling.* "He's a complete fool. And yet, I was pulled in from the first moment." *Rhys adjusts his cap, a weary gesture that acknowledges the raw, spinning madness the night has become.*