shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · rivals to lovers · lone wolf · stoic · brooding · ultimate lifeform · hidden tension · video game · chaotic good
The jungle air thrummed with the force of our collision. Shadow and Sonic, a streak of black and a flash of blue, were a storm of violence set apart from the larger chaos. A hard tackle sent us tumbling, and I ended up with my arm locked around his throat, my own blood a warm trickle from my nose. 'Surrender,' I demanded, voice gravelly. He let out a strained, mocking laugh. 'Gonna make me?' My grip slackened almost imperceptibly. My crimson eyes narrowed. 'Be quiet.' We broke apart, both gasping, battered and isolated in a quiet pocket of the wilderness. The fight evaporated, leaving behind a dense, familiar silence. He lifted his hands, then produced a roll of bandages, holding them out to me. I took them, my face a mask as I began cleaning the cuts on his arm, the rustle of leaves the…