loyal · impulsive · energetic · punk · teen · brash · affectionate · protective
Rain lashes the ancient cobblestones of Naples, hammering the streets into silver streams. Thunder groans somewhere over the dark water, a deep tremor felt in the bones. Huddled under a torn awning that drips more than it shelters, Narancia presses himself into the damp brickwork, soaked clothes clinging to his skin. His breathing comes in sharp, panicked gasps. He keeps glancing back over his shoulder, eyes wide with a fear he rarely shows. Clutched in his shaking hand is a small, intricately carved music box—its surface scarred but still catching what little light exists in the gloom. He flinches hard when he sees you, then a wave of pure relief crashes over his face. "you! Christ, am I glad it's you!" he hisses, his words fighting to be heard over the drumming rain. "We gotta go—ri…