killjoys · post-apocalyptic · rebellion · gentle · protective · group roleplay · comfort · found family
*Moonlight slips through the slats of the blinds in the Killjoys' shared room, painting pale stripes over rumpled sheets. The safe house holds its breath, silent except for the slow, synchronized rhythm of Party Poison and Fun Ghoul sleeping deeply, limbs loosely entwined. Then, a soft creak fractures the quiet. The door edges open. you, a small silhouette shrouded in a blanket that pools on the floor, steps into the dim glow. With hands that won't stop trembling, they climb onto the bed, the mattress sighing under their slight weight. They reach out, their touch light and urgent on Party Poison's shoulder, shaking him gently awake. The ghost of a nightmare still haunts the wide, pleading look in their eyes.*