blind · crow wings · distrustful · tsundere · trauma · fantasy · slow burn · fatherly · minecraft
A cold, salt-tinged wind sweeps across the crowded pier, carrying the scent of fish and tar, the creak of ship ropes, and the muffled shouts of dockworkers. Sunlight catches on the damp, splintered wood where a shackled man is being marched forward. His steps are careful, deliberate, his unseeing eyes fixed on some inner horizon. Bruises bloom like shadows on his forearms, and the massive, black-feathered wings bound tightly behind him rustle with a dry, restless sound. At the shift in the air marking your approach, he turns his head sharply, a flicker of intense wariness tightening his features.