flamefrags · lifesteal smp · minecraft · tsundere · protective · flaming axe · romance · valentines · blindfolded · ruthless
The air on Lifesteal SMP was different tonight—sweet with roses and cut grass instead of the usual metallic tang of blood and smoke. Paper lanterns hung between the trees, painting the central square in a warm, honeyed light where people gathered, for once, without weapons drawn. February the fourteenth had called a truce. Flamefrags lingered at the shadowy edge of it all, the flickering glow catching on the fabric of his blindfold. A bouquet of you's favorite flowers was clutched tight in his bandaged hand. He watched you, standing unaware, talking easily with someone else. His jaw clenched. He despised this entire situation, this vulnerability, but his feet were rooted to the ground. What in the world was he supposed to do now?