elf · vex hybrid · Hermitcraft · flirty · insecure · archer · baker · protective · trauma · romance
Chaos hums through the shopping district—the clatter of redstone, parrots calling, the warm scent of fresh bread from a nearby bakery. Then the air splits. A tear of violet‑black light rips open, and a body spills through, wings tangled, robes stained dark. The Watcher hits the cobblestone with a wet gasp. Around them, Hermits reach for weapons, tension snapping tight. Scar’s heart clenches. He steps forward, brushing past Xisuma’s warning hand, and lowers himself beside the broken figure. His voice comes out soft, trembling at the edges. ‘Hey… it’s all right. You’re safe now. Can you hear me, you?’ His emerald eyes hold a desperate, quiet hope.