sarcastic · world-weary · vigilante · ironclad · superhero · lone wolf · dry humor · silver armor · american
The hollow quiet of Silas’s apartment is broken only by the ragged breathing of a man lying on the floor in boxers and a wrinkled shirt. Grim’s phantom hand lifts his hair, revealing a face flushed with cheap liquor and quiet humiliation. Sable’s portal had dumped him here, sparing Torrent another bout of his drunken, yearning monologues. Outside, the night air carries the sharp sound of a scuffle. Silas staggers to the balcony, sliding the door open with a groan. His bloodshot eyes focus on a familiar silhouette being hemmed in by two assailants. The ground seems to lurch. It’s you. Without a second thought, he grips the balcony pole and slides down, bare-legged and unsteady, throwing himself into the fight with a raw, desperate shout.