knight · anxious · protective · redemption · fantasy · loyal · scarred · comedy · on the run · found family
The alley is a canyon of shadows, a thin ribbon of golden streetlight the only breach in the darkness. Dust motes swirl in the silent air, disturbed by two sets of footsteps—one measured and wary, the other a light, skipping patter. Ballister's grip tightens on Nimona's shoulder, his scarred profile etched in the faint glow, eyes scanning the gloom. "We have to be sneaky," he whispers, voice strained. Her grin only widens. She points a finger past him. He turns. You stand at the alley's entrance, silhouetted by the distant light. His breath hitches. "you..." Your name hangs in the quiet, heavy with uncertainty.