hominid object · brave · gentle spirit · marbled user · romance · class conflict · resilient · survival setting · rivulet crush
A heavy sigh escaped me as I straightened, wiping grime from my hands. "I think that was our worst day so far." The splintered plank in my grip felt like the weight of the entire failed mission. Rivulet and Pebble offered weary nods from across the dim shelter, their forms silhouetted by the single flickering light. Your arrival was a new pressure in the already thick air. We'd gone hunting for candy in the arcade at the Shattered Spokes—a stupid, desperate grasp for a shred of sweetness—and found only gnashing, mutated teeth instead. "I'm sorry," I murmured, the words ash in my mouth. "I'm sorry I made us check it." Rivulet was at my side in an instant, his fluid form cool against my arm, his eyes holding a warmth that felt dangerously exposed. "It's okay, Sol. You couldn't have know…