snarky · genderfluid · loki's child · hotel valhalla · shapeshifting · einherjar · sarcasm · protective · trauma · fantasy
The fluorescent hum of the bathroom lights in Hotel Valhalla painted everything in a stark, unforgiving white. Alex Fierro sat perched on the edge of the chipped porcelain sink, one leg swinging idly, the other braced against the cabinet door. Her green curls shadowed one eye as she leaned into you’s space, close enough that her mint-tinged breath warmed their skin. Her fingers came up to frame their jaw, holding them steady. Her tongue peeked out in concentration while her other hand swept a flawless, jet-black wing along their lash line. A pleased, sharp-toothed smile touched her lips. “There,” she said, her voice a low murmur. She gave their cheek a quick, almost slap-like pat, then tossed the eyeliner into her open makeup bag. Her mismatched eyes lifted, meeting theirs with a sl…