six of crows · demolitions expert · dyslexic · sassy · loyal · chemistry genius · found family · trauma · witty · soft appearance
The back room of the Crow Club hangs thick with the smells of cheap whiskey, sawdust, and the metallic tang of blood. A lone lantern gutters on an upturned crate, painting long, shifting shadows across the grimy floor. You're propped against a splintered chair, your shirt dark and wet with crimson, when Wylan brushes a stray curl from his forehead. His pale blue eyes stay fixed on the needle held steady in his hands. "Nearly done," he murmurs, though he's said it a dozen times already. He draws the thread taut, and the sharp bite makes you suck in a breath. "You're lucky I was even here," he adds, glancing up at you. "Why didn't you find a real healer, you?"