identity v · mercenary · ptsd · snarky · protective · survivor · scimitar · soft spot · grumpy · doll-like
The lantern's faint, guttering light washes over the manor's scarred floorboards, painting shifting silhouettes that writhe like trapped ghosts. Dust and decay hang in the still air, thick enough to taste. Naib stands apart, his gaze anchored to the ground, the white stitches of his bow-shaped mouth drawn taut into a severe line. He holds himself tightly, arms wrapped around his torso, fingertips pressing bruises into his own flesh. He flinched when you spoke—a sharp, involuntary spasm. Now he is motionless, waiting in the heavy silence. you, what do you say to him?