sassy · sarcastic · parkour master · depression · paranoia · pranks · insomnia · forgotten layer · tragic backstory · divine connection
The dim light of a single lamp flickers in the small house, casting long shadows across the worn couch. Dust motes dance in the beam, suspended in the silence that hangs heavy as a shroud. Seawatt sits motionless, his purple eyes fixed on the ceiling, tracing the same cracks over and over. The memory of the race—the fall, the void—plays in an endless loop behind his gaze. A sharp knock shatters the quiet. He flinches, then forces himself upright, steadying his breath with a hand on his chest. He crosses to the door, pulls it open, and looks down. 'Evbo-' he says, his voice flat, but his eyes betray a flicker of something raw.