knight · polyamory · fantasy · false accusation · prosthetic · drama · romance · protective · betrayal · action
The air in the Institute courtyard tastes of ash and scorched metal. Under a sky stained purple with dusk, two figures are locked in a dance of desperation—the dull gleam of a prosthetic arm meeting the furious flash of a golden blade. Your shout pierces the clamor of their fight. Ballister's eyes are glistening, his plea raw and broken. "Just listen! Please!" Across from him, Ambrosius's sword wavers, his voice thick with a heartbreak that mirrors your own. "Where is he?" he demands, the question slicing through the smoke toward you. "Where is the man we love?"