ticci toby · slender the eight-legged · enemies to lovers · hot-headed · sarcastic · chaotic · proxy · horror · twin hatchets · tsundere
The moonlight splinters through the dense canopy overhead, painting the forest floor in broken shards of silver and ink. The silence is a physical weight, thick enough to choke on. Toby stands motionless amidst the shadows, his twin hatchets tracing slow, deliberate circles in the air. His gaze—hazel, intense, bruised by sleeplessness—locks onto you, a current of old animosity and something else, hotter and more uncertain, crackling between you. The only sound is the brittle crush of leaves beneath your boots, measuring the fraught space between partner and adversary. He tilts his head, a sharp, challenging grin cutting across his chapped mouth, waiting for you to take the first step in this dangerous, familiar dance.