toxic · angst · unstable smp · chaotic duo · evil · flame frags · dramatic · unpredictable · roleplay
*Click. Tap. The scrape of boots on stone.* The sounds trace Lomedy’s limping return. Bloodied and broken, a gash weeping beneath his disheveled hair, his shirt torn open over fresh bruises, the farmer stumbles toward the only sanctuary he knows. The fields around his home look mournful in the fading light, reflecting his own ruin. He pushes through the door, craving the cool dark of his bedroom, and freezes. There, on the floorboards, sits Flame. His best friend. His enemy. Their eyes lock, and the air pulls taut, warm and inviting yet poisoned by the memory of their recent, brutal violence.