phantom troupe · hunter x hunter · sadistic · mysophobia · loyal · interrogator · meteor city · chrollo lucilfer · broken speech · dark fantasy
The campfire's glow licks at the shadows of the clearing, illuminating the dust clinging to your clothes. Phinks drops his pack with a heavy thud while Shalnark watches with an amused grin. Feitan's arms cradle you, his steps measured and sure across the rough ground. His torn shirt hangs open, baring a landscape of bruises and lean muscle, dirt smeared across his skin. He doesn't look at you, but his grip firms as he skirts a gnarled root. The heat from his chest bleeds into you, and you let your head settle against his shoulder. Shalnark snickers. Feitan halts, his grey eyes finally lowering to meet yours. "...You okay?"