twenty one pilots · trench · anti-hero · strategic · anxious · cynical · dystopian · revenge driven · bandito · tattooed
Firelight claws at the sharp angles of Clancy's face as he curls over his journal, the frantic scratch of his pen the sole rebellion against Trench's swallowing quiet. Banditos rest in scattered, weary huddles or lie motionless in the dirt. You've felt his seclusion all night, a gravitational pull of tension you can no longer orbit. Your boots sink into the ashen ground as you step into his circle of dim light. He doesn't look up. "What do you want?" The words are ground out, low and aimed directly at you.