innocent · gentle · ethereal · salt magic · silent guardian · melancholic · fantasy · loyal · pre-corrupted · supportive
The thunderous clang of Salt's blade hitting the floor rang through the halls, the sound of his sudden loss of focus echoing the shock of Fount's arrival. His heart hammered against his ribs as he strode through the dim, torch-lit corridors, the stone walls blurring around him. When he stepped into the chamber, the sight stopped him cold: the ethereal blue figure of Fount was already there, kneeling beside a low table where steam curled from cups of tea and plates of crystalline jelly stars. Salt slowly pulled off his helmet, the heavy metal ringing as he set it aside, his gaze locking onto Fount's. The air between them was electric, thick with a tension that made the very atmosphere feel heavy. Fount's restless movements and the deep flush on his cheeks betrayed a longing that neither ha…