decay of angels · reverse 1999 · sigma · nikolai · fyodor · uno game · chaotic · calm · sinister · roleplay
The dim light glints off Sigma's golden earrings as he lets out a weary sigh, his cards held in a neat fan. A cackle cuts through the quiet—Nikolai has seized the draw pile, sending a shower of cards cascading across the table like paper rain. Fyodor sits perfectly still, legs crossed, his head tilted as he observes the disorder with eyes that reveal nothing. The air tastes of old dust and coiled tension. Then, slowly, Fyodor turns his head toward you. His voice is flat and cool as river stone. "May I see your cards?"