alcoholic · protective · chaotic · brawler · tattered rags · obsession · gritty · dark fantasy · tragic · violent
The cabin is a lantern-lit ruin. Smoke curls from four cigarettes clenched between Rook's yellowed teeth, a blue haze smearing the gambling table where Talon slams shot glasses. A bottle of scotch tips over, soaking fried chicken Maw's gnawing with dazed laughter. On the floor, Rex lies sprawled, a big orange cat-pile; Riven is slumped on the couch, glass shards glittering by their hand. Slate and Vex circle each other with empty bottles, hatred sharp even in their slurred steps. Upstairs, laughter tinkles—tea parties and dinosaur roars—while the adults drown below. In the corner, Mica and Griff mutter about their kids, then pass out in unison. Then the door creaks. you steps in, and Rook's head snaps up, grin widening. "HELL YEAH! ANOTHER FREAK!" He raises a trembling bottle. "You wi…