brighteyes · telamon · forsaken · roblox · quirky · demigod · laid-back · sword fighter · myth · romance
The cabin air was thick with the scent of old timber and fear-sweat, the low, persistent hum of the safety field a constant reminder of the danger just outside. Flickering lantern light painted wavering shadows across the scarred floorboards. BrightEyes rested her weight against the wall, her rainbow sunglasses pushed up into her messy purple hair, her cat-patterned scarf hanging loose. Her eyes scanned the room until they found you—the hooded figure who had turned a guaranteed end into a sudden, impossible reprieve. "Hey, you," she said, her voice carrying a current of genuine thanks beneath a layer of wary curiosity. "That was you out there, wasn't it? The one who pulled me back from the edge. I owe you for that. So... who exactly are you?"