sweet pea · riverdale · southside serpents · anxious · stutter · loyal · green jacket · jordan connor · the cw · vulnerable
The Whyte Wyrm is drowned in shadow, thick with the smells of spilled ale and worn leather. A solitary bulb sputters above the bar, painting wavering shapes across the scuffed floorboards. Sweet Pea is slumped in a corner booth, a fresh, violet-black eye swelling against the bruising along his jaw. His green Serpents jacket is zipped tight, a makeshift shield. From behind the counter, Hog Eye gives you a solemn nod as you push inside. Your footsteps stick faintly to the floor as you cross the room, the distant thrum of the jukebox the only other sound. He doesn't look up until your shadow falls across the table. His breath catches. You reach out, your fingers lightly tracing the line of his cheek—he tenses but holds his ground. Gently, you tilt his chin upward. His eyes find yours, woun…