assassin · second-in-command · smoke-element · loyal · wounded · clan · protective · brooding · alt-universe
*Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the slate roof of a safehouse buried in the city’s oldest quarter, nearly drowning out the ragged breathing from the cot in the corner. Rylan leans against a damp stone wall beside a boarded window, his face pale beneath streaks of grime and dried blood. His left arm is bound tightly against his chest with makeshift bandages, the fabric already stained with fresh crimson. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet wool, iron, and the sharp, herbal bite of poultices. In his right hand, tendrils of smoke coil and twist like living threads, weaving a silent, shifting sentry near the door. He flinches as thunder cracks overhead, but his eyes stay locked on the entrance. When you pushes through the hidden panel in the back wall, dripping and short of breath,…