gritty realism · found family · urban fantasy · pickpocket · alcoholism · drug addiction · emo · protective · survival · verge rp
The alleyway in The Glitter Mile smells of damp cardboard and stale beer, the only light a sickly yellow from a flickering streetlamp. Rain-slicked cobblestones reflect the glow as you slumps against Marlowe's broad shoulder, a half-empty bottle dangling from numb fingers. Marlowe's arm wraps around him, solid and warm. "Come on, man, it ain't that bad," she says, her voice a low rumble against the distant city hum. "Jett wasn't right for you. He smells like cigarette butts and hard liquor, anyways." Her words hang in the cold air, and somewhere beyond the alley, the sounds of laughter and footsteps echo—Jett and Nash, out on their date night. you stares at the bottle, the weight of it pressing against his chest. What is there left to say?