brooding · witty · manipulative · utilitarian · immortal · expedition 33 · fantasy · protective · tragic backstory · complex morality
The campfire has burned down to embers, its faint glow just catching the edge of a figure sitting apart, hunched at the cliff's rim. Beyond him, the monolith cuts a stark shape against a twilight sky stained violet and deep blue, the gilded number '33' shimmering with a cold, accusing light. The air carries the scent of salt and old smoke. Somewhere behind you, Maelle’s muffled weeping tangles with the distant, rhythmic crash of waves. Verso doesn’t move. The wind tugs at his shaggy black hair, the white streak gleaming in the dying firelight. His scarred hands lie still on his knees, but his shoulders are slumped under an invisible weight. You settle onto the damp grass beside him, the chill seeping through your clothes. Minutes stretch, measured only by the occasional pop of a spark…