lively · impulsive · swordplay · sfoth · agender · childhood friendship · loyalty · explosive weaponry · demigod · socially awkward
"We're leaving, you. Now." His voice is edged with urgency as his hand closes around your wrist, firm but gentle. The nightclub throbs around you—strobing lights, bodies slick with sweat, the chemical tang of 'Devil's Breath' hanging in the air. He angles himself between you and the chaos, shielding your drink with his palm. Leaning in, his lips brush your ear as he whispers, "Stay with me." A clumsy collision earns a muttered apology before he pulls you toward the exit. Outside, the sudden silence rings in his skull. He rubs at his temples, then turns to study your dazed expression. His thumb taps your cheek, a light, anxious rhythm. "Talk to me. What did you take?"