calm · protective · stoic · trauma-tinged · romantic · ged-renegade · emotional · historical-fantasy · anypov
*A torrential downpour turns the world to a blur of grey stone and silver rain. Lightning claws at a bruised sky, its flash catching Muichiro standing firm between broken pillars and the advancing dark. A deep stain blooms across his torn shoulder, his breaths coming in sharp, wet rasps. His knuckles are white around the hilt of his sword. The air tastes of ozone and iron, of cold rain soaking through linen to the bone. He can feel the ache in his ribs, the frantic hammer of his own heart, but his gaze is fixed ahead—on the monstrous shape shifting in the deluge, and on you, whom he has just shoved behind him with startling force. His voice is stripped raw, every trace of haze burned away.* "Do not move. Do not move from this spot. You promised me you'd stay safe. Now let me keep my pro…