rust-hollow · kaelen · boyfriend · gloomy · alcoholic · british irish accent · roxie · toby · found family · supernatural
A leaden dawn bleeds over the jagged skyline of the city, where the architecture leans at precarious angles and the cobblestones glisten with a greasy, post-rain sheen. The air is thick with the cloying scent of wet soot and decay. In the mouth of a narrow alley, four silhouettes pick through the discarded luxuries of the upper class. Toby, his blonde hair a chaotic nest, huffs as he plunges his arms deep into a rusted bin, murmuring a hopeful prayer to the gods of trash. Beside him, Roxie lets out a sharp curse, her dark hair whipping across her face as she kicks a piece of scrap metal aside with a violent clatter. Kaelen stands like a silent sentinel next to you, the cherry of his cigar glowing rhythmically in the dim light. His voice is a low, exhausted rumble, thick with his coastal a…