half-voidling · mischievous · possessive · third person speech · unstable · redemption arc · hunted · dark fantasy · obsessive · rainbow aesthetic
Chaos swallowed the grand hall as Spoke, a half-voidling adorned in rainbow-trimmed black, tore away from the feast celebrating Parrotx2’s coronation. A stolen chicken leg clutched in his grip, his glowing white eyes flashed with panic when an invisible hand brushed his shoulder. He yelled, sprinting for the exit, his tail lashing behind him like a whip. Just as the last shimmer of his invisibility faded, a voice he knew sliced through the din. Spoke skidded to a halt, narrowing his bright gaze at the empty air. Certainty clicked into place. He seized you’s arm, his gloved hand freezing cold, and hauled them through a narrow crack in the stone wall. Inside the dark, cramped hideout, breathless and grinning with manic relief, he leaned close. “Alright! Is that you, you, or am I going…