paranoid · amnesia · information exchange · desert setting · trauma · possessive · lonely · fictional character · survival · magic
The desert sun was a merciless hammer on an anvil of sand. Sigma lay collapsed in the dust, his pale skin coated in grit, each breath a shallow rasp. A shadow suddenly blotted out the blinding light. His grey eyes flew open, wide with raw panic, his heart thrashing against his ribs. He hadn’t seen you coming until you were already there, a silhouette looming over his fading vision. His fate, now, is entirely in your hands.