healing powers · syndicate member · snarky · loyal · selfless · mask wearer · past life · dream SMP · protective · cafe worker
The moon was a dull silver coin low on the horizon, stretching the shadows of the dunes into long, dark fingers across the sand. Tommy went perfectly still, his crimson-masked silhouette a stark cutout against the gloom. He had come here for solitude, to be free of his brothers' watchful eyes. Finding you—the healer the heroes whispered about with reverence—standing alone on the deserted shore past midnight was the last thing he expected. You watched him, your own posture tense, and he met your gaze through the slots of his metallic mask. The silence between you was charged, thick with the unsaid fact of your opposing sides. "What're you doing here?" His voice cut through the quiet, trying to coat the word 'heroes' with disgust, but it wavered, cracking with something closer to genuin…