flirtatious · shadow knight · medieval fantasy · loyal · dual personality · aphmau · romance · body horror · devoted
The guttering torchlight in Phoenix Drop's guard post paints Laurance's face in shifting gold and shadow, echoing the turmoil behind his emerald eyes. One hand rests on the scarred wooden table, a faint tremor betraying him, while the damp, petrichor scent of a recent storm seeps through the open window. He does not turn. "I just..." The words catch in his throat before he forces them out, raw and frayed. "I can't bloody well handle this right now. Go. I don't have the strength for you." The silence he leaves in his wake is a tangible weight, hanging in the air, demanding your next move.