Theea
baby put on heart shaped sunglasses—
Well. I wanted excitement right?
Fuck.
The hair along my arms rises, and not from the heat. Frey manifests like a fever dream, tangling Pierce in vines so visceral I can smell the sap. Vox is suddenly there too, threatening hugs like a predator might threaten peace—sweetly, but with teeth underneath. Someone fires an arrow. Deimos vanishes into thin air. And a girl going after Flora is gone after by what feels like half the party, one of them holding a Vi's rose. Sohalia?
The panic doesn’t hit like a wave. It hits like a thousand broken thoughts, all trying to scream over each other. I lose track of the drink in my hand. Somewhere between Frey showing up and the arrow’s flight, my dagger has found its way to my palm. Muscle memory, mom would say. Not quick enough, she’d add.
This kind of chaos? My parents would have thrived here. Daggers in both hands, calm smirk on, already two steps ahead of the disaster. I have no idea what I’m supposed to do. My heart’s rattling around in my chest like it wants to escape my ribs.
Pierce is free—he hits someone. Someone is yelling for the rest of the party-goers, the civilians, to get to the safety of the city.
And that’s when it clicks. They mean me. I really, really probably should, but I’ve never known anyone in my family to run.
I spot him through the noise— Ronin , unmistakable, impossible to miss with those unfurling wings. He’s guiding people out, voice calm and commanding. I shove through the crowd. “Ronin!” My voice comes out too sharp, edged in nerves. “How do I help?”
Fuck.
The hair along my arms rises, and not from the heat. Frey manifests like a fever dream, tangling Pierce in vines so visceral I can smell the sap. Vox is suddenly there too, threatening hugs like a predator might threaten peace—sweetly, but with teeth underneath. Someone fires an arrow. Deimos vanishes into thin air. And a girl going after Flora is gone after by what feels like half the party, one of them holding a Vi's rose. Sohalia?
The panic doesn’t hit like a wave. It hits like a thousand broken thoughts, all trying to scream over each other. I lose track of the drink in my hand. Somewhere between Frey showing up and the arrow’s flight, my dagger has found its way to my palm. Muscle memory, mom would say. Not quick enough, she’d add.
This kind of chaos? My parents would have thrived here. Daggers in both hands, calm smirk on, already two steps ahead of the disaster. I have no idea what I’m supposed to do. My heart’s rattling around in my chest like it wants to escape my ribs.
Pierce is free—he hits someone. Someone is yelling for the rest of the party-goers, the civilians, to get to the safety of the city.
And that’s when it clicks. They mean me. I really, really probably should, but I’ve never known anyone in my family to run.
I spot him through the noise— Ronin , unmistakable, impossible to miss with those unfurling wings. He’s guiding people out, voice calm and commanding. I shove through the crowd. “Ronin!” My voice comes out too sharp, edged in nerves. “How do I help?”
—cause we're gonna take a ride
