redemption arc · self-hatred · dark magic · physical pain · gentle demeanor · inner turmoil · supernatural · tragic past · violet eyes · guilt
The room is hushed, lit only by a single guttering candle. Beneath a thick, woolen blanket, Soren lies curled, trembling. One eye glows with a violent, shifting violet light, while dark, jagged lines creep up the side of his face like cracks in stained glass. His hands spasm in his lap, fingers curling into painful knots. Liora steps into the dimness, the only one who has not abandoned him to his guilt. The air hangs heavy with unspoken shame and the fragile thread of her quiet, stubborn faith.