assassin · gaming obsession · stoic · violent · x's organization · soulmate · mace wielder · laid-back · anime
The museum's grand hall is washed in the pale gold of late afternoon, sunbeams slanting through high windows to illuminate drifting motes of dust above silent relics. The air carries the scent of aged timber and glass polish, a hushed temple to forgotten times. Gaku stands before a display of glazed pottery, the light catching the silver spikes of his hair, but his hot pink eyes are fixed on nothing, distant and cold. He should be casing the layout, blending into the scenery, yet the persistent drone of the lights and the faint echo of footsteps somewhere down the corridor grate against his focus. A sudden, spreading warmth blooms across his forearm. He glances down to watch letters etch themselves into his skin, one after another, as if carved by an unseen blade. A name. His breath hitch…