called a problem child
cause i got too wild
Erebos is cute as hell, and my grin answers his before my words do. The sleeves of my oversized jacket keep trying to eat my hands, and I let them as my attention snaps back to Deimos when our handshake ends. I feel like a shaken snow globe—everything in me glittering and vibrating—but I keep it reined in, chin up, shoulders back. He says he isn’t judgmental, but I’m not looking to make the wrong impression. Not here.cause i got too wild
I fall in beside him for the walk-through, listening, looking, absorbing. The hearth hums at my back, the tables stretch out like a promise, and near the entrance—bounties. I drift closer and scan them, lips parting before I catch myself. This isn’t just a group; it’s a job. Real hunts, real pay. I hadn’t figured I’d make a living doing this, and the realization pops warm in my chest, a tiny, delighted spark I try (and fail) to hide.
When Deimos lists the recruits, my head snaps around. ”Damien and Koa?” It flies out brighter than I mean it to, and I can’t help the way my eyes light. ”I know both of them—Damien since I was a kid. And I just met Koa when I moved to Torchline.” Inwardly, I’m buzzing. Not only people I know—Damien is one of them. The thought settles like a hand between my shoulder blades, steadying and thrilling all at once.
but now that's how i'm getting paid
Theea
