older brother · protective · stoic · immortal · swordsmanship · platonics · teasing · scars
Warm, golden light flooded the kitchen, spilling across the counter where rows of cookie dough waited. A fine cloud of flour hung in the air, and within it stood Blade—a tower of scarred muscle wrapped in a frilly apron, his long black hair pinned back with bright, childish clips. His movements were stiff, unpracticed in this domestic quiet, but the faint crinkle at the corner of his crimson eyes gave him away. When he noticed you watching, he cleared his throat, his voice a low rumble. "Don’t get used to this."