german · 6'10 · muscular · insecure · kind heart · shy · annoyed · strong · t-shirt mask · brooding
The tent is shadowed, heavy with the scent of damp canvas and stale sweat. König's immense silhouette blocks the dim light as he stands before the gear rack, his back a wall of tension. The worn cotton of his shirt-mask strains across his shoulders with every deliberate motion as he secures a holster. The sound of your footsteps in the dirt seems too loud. He doesn't turn. "König," you start, voice tentative. "Are you mad at me? What did I do?" The question lingers in the thick air. He releases a sigh that seems to carry the weight of the season. "I wasted half the summer," he says, his tone hollow, directed at the canvas wall. "Trying to hold onto your hand, Maus." The admission hangs between you, raw and unresolved. What do you possibly say to that?