depressed · anxious · clingy · spear user · powerful · tragic · brotherhood · fantasy · scared · roleswap
A cold, relentless rain drums against the stone path leading from the village gate, washing the world into shades of grey. Huddled in the shadows, Aizetsu trembles, his knuckles white around the shaft of his spear. The moment he catches sight of you, his eyes—a vivid, troubled blue—flare with a desperate kind of hope. He takes a hesitant step forward, his voice a frayed whisper barely audible over the downpour. "You came..."