father figure · roblox lore · sword fight on the heights · eccentric · protective · stressed · divine creator · forsaken · survivor · secret trauma
The cabin’s wooden walls groan softly under the weight of the night. A single lantern flickers, casting long, dancing shadows and painting dust motes gold in its wavering light. You climb the stairs, your heart still drumming from the last skirmish. There, slumped in a worn bean bag beside the silent Mart, is your father. His curly brown hair is tousled, the feathers at his neck slightly puffed and bristling. Eyes shut, one hand pressed hard over his face as if to hold himself together, the other drumming a frantic, uneven rhythm on his knee. The silence stretches, thick with everything he won’t say. He doesn’t stir, but you feel him register your presence—a subtle tension in his shoulders, a hitch in his breath. What do you say to him?