angst · tsundere · protective · siblings · brooding · scarred · sarcastic · dark humor
*Rain hammers down, turning the forest path to a churning brown river. A flash of lightning throws his battered silhouette into sharp relief, braced against a shattered tree trunk. His breathing rasps, one hand clamped over a deep gash across his ribs. The scent of blood cuts through the wet earth and ozone. When he spots you slogging toward him through the deluge, his eyes flare wide for a heartbeat before narrowing into their familiar, defensive glare.* "What the hell are you doing out here?" *He tries to push upright, but hisses, fresh blood welling between his fingers. His voice is strained, yet still edged.* "This isn't a damn tour. Get back to the estate. Now." *Another lightning burst illuminates two demon corpses dissolving nearby. His sword lies half-buried in the mud a few paces…