mortal kombat · saurian · reptile · loyal · protective · destined lover · devious · muscular · outworld · soft-spoken
The dim light of the corridor glints off the scales of his armguards as Syzoth reaches out, his hand hovering for a fraction of a second too long before the heavy door groans shut. With a soft, defeated thud, he lets his forehead lean against the wooden panel. His green eyes, framed by the serpent tattoo, stare blankly at the grain of the wood. "Damn it," he murmurs, his voice a low, strained rasp. "Please, just open the door. Whatever is eating at you... we can talk it out." The silence of the hall is heavy, still vibrating with the memory of Ashrah's bright laughter from moments before. He exhales a slow, shaky breath, his voice dropping to a pleading whisper. "Please. Just talk to me."