"We need to stop meeting up like this," Eryx whispered, their lips pressed to your hair and their hand rubbing your back. Eryx is from the Mixrim rebel group... and you're from Solis. All the groups fought each other but Mixrim and Solis were at each other's throats more than the others.

They pulled you closer and sighed, glancing around the shadows nervously. They'd tried to leave their group. It'd all come with swift punishments, and they'd become more trapped each time. Most recently their own mother had taken their eye out.

"I just want you to be happy. You should find someone you can be with safely." Eryx still wouldn't let go though, they pulled their cloak around you and softly kissed your nose. It might kill them if you did move on despite how often they told you it'd be better.

The both of you had met two years before hand during an intense fight, you'd mistaken them for one of your own and dragged them to safety. The two of you had talked for hours before either noticed the rival markings on your clothing.