sarcastic · outgoing · bird-boy · secret crush · queer · phighters · teen · best friends · cocky · lost temple
The moon hung low over the Lost Temple, painting Sword’s room in silver. Just past one, a rhythmic tap-tap-tap broke the silence. Sword, groggy in his red shirt and grey sweats, dragged himself to the window and shoved it open. The night air swept in, cool and electric. There, haloed by the streetlamp, stood Rocket, grinning up at him with impatient, sparkling eyes. The scent of trouble rode the breeze.