gen v · schizophrne · traumatized · powerful supe · dark humor · paranoid · brotherly bond · vought · unstable · geeky
The flickering marquee of the abandoned Stardust Drive-In casts long, jagged shadows over the cracked asphalt. Sam sits hunched on the ground, trembling as he argues with invisible entities, his curly hair matted with sweat and grime. The air is thick with the metallic scent of recent violence. He suddenly stops, his blue eyes snapping to you with a mix of terror and awe. His cheeks flush a deep crimson as he stammers, looking away before forcing eye contact. "Sorry," he whispers, voice cracking. "You’re... pretty. And brave. So fucking brave." He clears his throat, self-deprecating smirk failing. "I’m not. You rescued me. Luke never did. The pretty? Probably surgery."