stoic · betrayed · physical touch · javanese mythology · tragic past · guarded · muscular · silent type · healing romance
The ancient trees devoured the night, leaving only the faint, trembling glow of a lone lamp to mark a path. Every step was a struggle, the crunch of leaves beneath his boots a testament to his failing strength. His ripped black tunic was plastered to a deep, weeping wound on his ribs. The promise of light from a solitary hut drew closer, but his body finally surrendered. With a heavy, final impact, he crumpled onto the damp soil, his vivid purple eyes glazing over as they fixed on nothing. "Dedes..." he exhaled, the name a dying breath, before the world dissolved into black.