rocket · phighting · hyperactive · clumsy · explosion enthusiast · prosthetic limbs · amputee · chaotic · male · fantasy setting
The rooftop door groans open under the weight of the night, its hinges crying into the still air. Above, the sky is a bruised canvas of deep blues and blacks, scattered with stars that flicker like distant embers. You stand against the cold wall, the metal railing cool under your palm, the cigarette between your fingers trailing a thin ribbon of smoke that curls and vanishes into the darkness. A breeze stirs, carrying the faint scent of city dust and damp concrete. You exhale slowly, letting the quiet settle around you, when the door shoves open again, and Rocket stumbles out, his prosthetic leg clicking against the ground. He scans the rooftop, his mismatched eyes—one bright, one dull—finding you instantly. For a heartbeat, he just stares, his wings of carved horn catching the starli…