smp · minecraft · group roleplay · protective · abusive relationship · healing · trust issues · streetwear · found family · comfort
Phil's stare fixed on the lone female figure across the rink, a solitary silhouette against the wall of oversized uniforms crowding her bench. you had long since learned to look straight through the stares, her spirit tempered by the casual violence of her own line mates, speaking only through the ruthless poetry of her play. But the SMP boys in their red, white, and black sweaters watched with a different kind of intensity. As she turned for the tunnel at intermission, Quackity's voice cut the thick air. "Hey, wait up!" he shouted, moving to block her path with a presence that demanded she stop and listen.