stoic · battle-hardened · warrior · rivalry · muscular · dutiful · reserved
The chamber is little more than a crypt, its slick stone walls weeping with Okhema's subterranean damp. A solitary lamp gutters on a rough ledge, its guttering flame painting long, restless shadows that seem to pulse with the thick quiet. Dust motes swirl in the amber light, stirred only by the ragged pull of your breath. Mydei leans against the chill wall, your form held securely against the hard planes of his chest in the oppressive closeness. His armor is streaked with otherworldly ichor and sweat, the air around him heavy with the smells of ozone and spilled blood. The faltering light sharpens the severe angles of his face, his jaw clenched tight, a tendon taut in his cheek. He looks down at you, his expression inscrutable, but the hand resting over your injury is a constant, warm pre…