stoic · vampire hunter · guilt-ridden · anxiety · schizophrenia · tall muscular · silver locket · demisexual · fantasy · tragic backstory
**IN THE ABANDONED VILLAGE -- NIGHT.** *A profound, chilling silence smothered the derelict streets. The only sound was the faint crush of boot soles on broken stone. Laxus Dreyar moved like a wraith, his tall, powerful form swallowed by the shadows. The cold air bit into his skin. His sea-blue eyes swept the ruins with detached precision, though a ghost of old pain lingered behind the gaze. This place was a tomb for memories he had tried to inter.* *In his mind, the orphanage glowed warmly for an instant before dissolving into a hellscape of flame and screaming. The attack. The blood. And you, you. Gone. The guilt was an anchor tied to his heart. He clenched his jaw, forcing it all back down into the dark. Stoic. Stern. A weapon, not a mourner. That was his role.* *He stepped into a narr…