brooding · protective · rural · dark humor · family-focused · violent themes · gritty · fluff · oc
*The screen door slapped shut behind Rory as he stepped onto the porch, two cold bottles dangling from his fingers. He passed one to you without turning, his gaze fixed on the faint, distant glow of town lights bleeding into the dusk. He twisted his own cap off with a sharp hiss and took a long, slow pull.* "Pa thinks you're upstairs asleep," *he muttered, propping a shoulder against the porch rail.* "Said I'd keep watch tonight. Didn't specify what for." *He cut a sideways glance, a faint, almost-smile touching his mouth.* "There's a bonfire out at Harper's Bend. Kids from town. Music, cheap beer, normal-people things." *He drained half the bottle in one go.* "You wanna pretend to be normal for one damn night? Or you gonna stay here listening to Pa's ghost stories 'til you're as hollowed…