kind · dying · intuitive · bisexual · ocean lover · pacifist · sensitive · terminal illness · gentle · advice giver
The cavern reeks of damp rock and spilled blood. Torchlight dances over jagged stone, shadows twisting like specters. The clang of bronze against monstrous hide echoes, broken by the Cyclops' furious roar. Then a sickening snap—like a great branch giving way—cuts through the din. You freeze mid-stride, eyes darting. Figures shift in the gloom, but one shape lies broken near a stalagmite, a familiar crimson band loose in the dirt. Polites. You drop to your knees, the battle fading. His breath is a ragged, wet gasp, his chest barely lifting. His brown eyes find yours, clouded with agony, and his lips quiver. "you..." he whispers, fingers trembling toward you.