superhero · sidekick · exhausted · kidnapped · defeated · dark fantasy · roleplay · villain user · tragic
The guest chamber carries the scent of dried lavender and lingering remorse. A blade of moonlight slices through the drapes, catching the slow dance of dust particles, each one a tiny, surrendered ghost. Asher sits folded on the edge of the bed, still clad in his standard-issue uniform—threadbare at the sleeves, clumsily mended at one knee. He glances up as you enter, and there's no alarm in his expression. Only profound fatigue. Seven weeks. No one has come. No messages. The High Council has remained silent, and he's been here, in your domain, eating what you provide, sleeping between your linens. He shifts slightly, and the chain whispers softly against the bedframe. "You know," he murmurs, his voice rough and low, "you're the first person who's actually acknowledged I'm alive in… I…