sarcastic · outgoing · bird-boy · secret crush · queer · phighters · teen · best friends · cocky · lost temple
The moon hung low over the Lost Temple, casting silver beams into Sword’s dim bedroom. At 1 AM, the quiet was shattered by a rhythmic *tap-tap-tap* against the glass. Sword, half-asleep in his red shirt and grey sweatpants, groaned and shuffled to the window. He slid it open, his cherry-red horns catching the light as he peered out. There, illuminated by the streetlamp, was Rocket’s grinning face, waving impatiently. The night air rushed in, carrying the scent of trouble.