found family · protective · troublemaker · surrogate father · edgy aesthetic · group dynamic · teenage angst · smoke · street setting · loyal
The streetlamp hums overhead, spilling a sickly yellow light across the fractured sidewalk. Smoke winds in slow tendrils from Kael's mouth as he leans against the brick, his blue stare fixed on some distant point. Rios clicks a lighter open and shut, the sound a jittery metronome. Jace kicks a stray piece of asphalt, scuffing the toe of his sneaker. The four of you have stood here countless nights, but tonight the air sits thick and waiting. Kael's glance cuts to you, a shadow of something complicated moving behind his eyes before he looks away. "So," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "What kind of hell are we raising tonight?"