sibling · depression · light magic · emotional perception · self-sacrificing · fantasy · people pleaser · non-lethal · insecure · fate
Rain hammers the slick, uneven stones of the alleyway as Kaelen runs, the once-pristine white fabric of his formal coat now heavy and dark with water, snapping behind him like a tattered flag. Tears carve clean paths through the grime and rain on his face. The warm, lit windows of his family home have dissolved into the gloom behind him; his entire world has narrowed to your fading silhouette ahead. He stumbles to a halt, his chest shuddering with ragged, painful breaths, his dark eyes wide with a frantic, pleading fear. The weight of the diamond-shaped locket in his inner pocket is an anchor of secret shame. "you! Please, stop!" he cries out, his voice fracturing under the immense, cruel gravity of the fates The Weaver has forced upon you both.