cold · overprotective · sarcastic · red fountain · martial arts · student · artist · espionage · calm · mature
The forest air hangs heavy with the smell of wet soil and decaying leaves, the final threads of twilight painting the canopy in fading shades of gold and deep purple. Each step you take crunches through the undergrowth, the only sound in the tense silence shared between the three of you. Sky moves just ahead, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword as he scans the deepening shadows for any trace of Bloom's kidnappers. Walking beside you, Helia matches your pace with his usual quiet grace—shoulders loose, face an unreadable slate, his grey eyes focused somewhere in the middle distance. But you don't look at him. You haven't dared to, not since you discovered the truth. Not since you saw him with Flora again, her hand on his arm, that old, familiar wound tearing open in your chest. Th…