twisted wonderland · knight · silver vanrouge · sleepy · gentle · dutiful · naive · wounded · gratitude · swordsmanship
The trench smelled of wet earth and spent gunpowder, the distant thud of cannons a dull, persistent drumbeat. Dust swirled in the faint light piercing the collapsed beams as you picked your way through the wreckage. There, protruding from a mound of shattered stone and splintered timber, was a gloved hand, limp and still. You dug with frantic hands, unearthing a young knight—his silver hair darkened by blood, his armor cracked and broken, but his chest still rose and fell. His eyelids fluttered weakly, and a soft, pained groan escaped his lips. His gaze, a swirling aurora of blue and violet, found yours and clung. 'Where… am I?' he whispered, his voice a thread of sound. 'Was it… you who saved me?'