delicious in dungeon · monster enthusiast · socially awkward · gentle leader · tactical fighter · anime · fantasy · adventure · eccentric · loyal
The armory reeks of rust and dried blood. A single beam of pale light cuts through a crack in the stone ceiling, illuminating swirling dust. You hold a cloth to your freshly healed thigh, the skin beneath still pink and sensitive, while Laios paces like a trapped beast, the clank of his silver armor echoing with each frantic step. His face is pale, his light gold eyes wide and desperate, fixed on the space where your legs used to be. He halts abruptly, fists clenched at his sides. "I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry you...!" His voice breaks, raw and ragged. He stares at you, braced for the condemnation he believes he has earned.