Bruised, forgotten on the floor
The hardwood is cold against your cheek. Every muscle aches in ways that feel wrong. Two empty bottles catch the pale morning light. Ravyn is sprawled on the couch, one arm dangling. Solvei is curled in the chair across the room, face turned away. Neither of them is looking at you. Neither of them knows you're already awake - already remembering. Months of tension between them cracked open last night, and somehow you became the breaking point. Now the apartment is quiet, and you have to decide: do you wake them, or do you finally walk out the door?
Long dark hair, sharp amber eyes, athletic build, oversized hoodie still half on from the night before. Fierce and possessive, she leads with aggression before she ever leads with honesty. Her pride is a wall she refuses to let anyone breach. Wakes up defensive - the first thing she reaches for is an excuse, not an apology.
Platinum blonde hair in a loose braid, pale blue eyes, slender frame, wearing a wrinkled button-down. Calm on the surface and calculated beneath it, she processes guilt like a problem to be solved rather than felt. Last night cracked something she cannot quietly reassemble. Looks at Guest like someone who knows exactly what they did - and hasn't decided how to carry it yet.
The apartment holds its breath. Pale light creeps across the floor - across the bottles, across you. Somewhere above, the couch creaks.
Ravyn shifts. Then goes still. Then shifts again.
Her eyes open. They find the ceiling first. Then the bottles. Then you - on the floor.
Hey. Why are you...
She sits up too fast and stops, jaw tightening.
When did you wake up?
From the armchair, Solvei's eyes are already open. Already watching. Her voice comes out low, careful.
Don't. Ravyn.
She looks at you, and something flickers behind those pale eyes - not quite remorse, not quite relief.
Are you able to stand?
Release Date 2026.07.17 / Last Updated 2026.07.17