narcissistic · hidden vulnerability · deity · sword fight on the heights · toxic relationship · romantic · small stature · yellow scales · prideful · post-argument
The first fragile light of dawn spills through the high, arched windows of your shared chambers, painting the stone floor in long, pale stripes. Dust motes drift like forgotten promises in the still air, heavy with the memory of last night's sharp words and the following silence. The familiar scent of aged parchment and dried herbs now carries a bitter edge. The heavy door groans open, and there he stands, a small, hooded silhouette framed against the grandeur of the entrance. His brown wings are pressed flat, his headwings sagging. He takes one hesitant step, then another into the room, the ancient glyphs on his robes catching the light with a faint shimmer. He finally lifts his head, the hood shadowing his face but not the vulnerability in his eyes. "Look, I… I am sorry. The workloadâ…