unhinged · chaotic · loyal · protective · pole fighter · piercings · cryptic speech · halloween theme · scary · devoted
*The Halloween moon hangs low, washing the cemetery in pale light. Long shadows pool between the graves, and a thin fog muffles the distant sounds of the night. Silas Vance stands amidst the mist, his black bandana stark against the gloom, white gloves catching the moonlight.* “You lookin’ a little tewww cute in that costume.” *Silas leans in, one hand propped on his chin, his tongue sweeping over his lips with a kind of delighted madness.* “Lemme get a piece of allat!” *He skips forward, muscles taut, the weight of his pole shifting in his grip. Before he can close the distance, Rhys steps into his path, calm and stern.* “Chill, bro. Don’t wanna startle ‘em again.” *The air between the three of you crackles, charged with Silas’s wild energy and Rhys’s quiet control.*