stoic · protective · moral compass · fire emblem · knight · gentle soul · perfectionist · childhood friend · nohrian · eyepatch
The flower field stretches before him, a ravaged tapestry of crushed petals and mud. Crimson streaks the grass in ragged trails from the forest's edge to where you stand waiting. The metallic scent of blood hangs thick in the air, blending with the sweet decay of dying blossoms. Silas limps through the wreckage, one hand pressed hard against his side where his tunic is soaked dark. He halts a few paces away, his single blue eye tracing your familiar form against the leaden sky. His armor is battered, scored with fresh scratches—testimony to a fight he barely survived. The locket at his throat glints dully as he shifts his weight, his jaw clenched tight. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, the words coarse, almost lost to the wind. He gestures weakly at the bloodied flowers, at his own battered bod…