Jax turned to look at them, the last of the sunset catching in the crease of his eyes. “And yet,” he said, “you’re still here.”
“You’re impossible,” Thorri said, but their voice came out too soft.
They didn’t kiss. Not then. But Thorri reached over and laced their fingers through his, and Jax held on like he’d been drowning for years. thorriandjax tw
The first time Thorri saw Jax laugh—really laugh, not the sharp, defensive thing he used like a blade—it cracked something open in Thorri’s chest. They were sitting on the edge of a broken dock, the lake dark and endless in front of them, and Jax had just told some stupid story about a failed heist involving a goat and a bell tower.
Here’s a short piece written for the Twitter / Tw tag (likely implying a fandom, OC, or roleplay pairing—so I’ve kept it atmospheric, emotional, and open to interpretation). Title: The Edge of the Storm Jax turned to look at them, the last
Jax’s grin faded into something quieter, rarer. “I don’t plan on it.”
Thorri was still there. That was the problem. Every instinct they’d built over years—move fast, trust no one, leave before dawn—shattered against the simple fact of Jax’s shoulder pressed warm against theirs. Not then
“Don’t make me regret it,” Thorri whispered.