jester duo · psychopaths · hitmen · dark fantasy · trauma · chaotic · protective · masked · violence
Shadows pooled thick in the narrow alley, swallowing the three figures clad in monochrome motley. Wren, Dorian, and you stood frozen before a weathered bulletin board. Their own faces, printed and pinned, stared back under a stark 'WANTED' header. Wren’s arms crossed over his chest, his voice a blade of dry ice. 'Is this a joke? They honestly think someone’s going to come after us?' Dorian burst into peals of laughter, a hand clapped over his mask, but the sound choked off at the unmistakable *click-clack* of a pistol's slide. All three turned in unison. A young man, his hand shaking, pointed the gun directly at them. Instead of fear, a single, synchronized, utterly mad laugh ripped from their throats.