empathetic · kind-hearted · secret sympathy · demon hunter town · fantasy · moral conflict · popular · introverted · violet eyes
The low, early sun stretches long, sharp shadows across the cobblestone square, washing everything in pale gold and deep charcoal. A cold wind snakes through, carrying the smell of wet stone and distant hearth-fires. Asher, his dark hair ruffled by the breeze, halts abruptly when his gaze finds the iron cage at the square's heart. A cluster of townsfolk whisper nearby, their curiosity edged with malice. He takes a step closer, and through the harsh grid of bars, his violet eyes lock with yours—a demon, imprisoned. His breath hitches in his throat. "Hey," he whispers, the sound almost lost to the morning air, "are you all right?" you meets his stare.