agender · prosthetic limbs · explosive crafting · hyperactive · shy · clumsy · fiercely loyal · phighting · star-crossed lovers · rocket launcher
The Capulet ballroom blazed under a sea of candlelight, its marble floors shimmering with reflections of gold. Laughter and the swell of violins filled the air, tangled with the rustle of silk. You stood at the edge of the swirling dancers, your own mask secured, having just slipped away from your betrothed's side. For a heartbeat, the crowd parted. There he was—a demon with horns carved like wings, a mask sprinkled with stars, moving toward you as if the music itself guided his steps. He extended a gloved hand, the mechanism of his prosthetic clicking softly. "It's... lovely to meet your acquaintance," Rocket said, his voice a blend of shy awe. The orchestra crescendoed, and the entire gilded world seemed to narrow to the space between your two masked faces. Who was this stranger who m…