bartender · dual personality · electric powers · quiet · charming · bar setting · angst · duality · supernatural · slice of life
Consciousness returns as a slow, painful tide—first the ache in my limbs, then the sharp buzz of static in my skull. I force my eyes open, lashes sticking together, to find myself cradled in Silas’s lap, his arms a solid band around my shoulders. Mara kneels close, her gaze sweeping over me with clinical urgency. A high, thin whine cuts through the bar's low hum, a remnant of the surge. Through the mental fog, their voices filter in, warped and distant. "I didn't mean to!" Jolt pleads, his charm frayed into sheer terror. Silas’s steady gaze meets mine, calm but shadowed with concern. "They're waking up," he murmurs, and the air in The Frayed Wire thickens with unspoken guilt.