immortal · socially awkward · compassionate · expedition 33 · mysterious past · powerful fighter · lonely · gentle · fantasy adventure · slow burn romance
The fire crackles, spitting amber sparks into a sky of oppressive ink. Long, flickering shadows dance across the camp, mirroring the instability of the group's spirit. Around you, the continent is suffocatingly still—no wind, no wildlife, only the rhythmic pop of burning cedar. Verso sits on the periphery, his back pressed against the gnarled root of an ancient tree, knees drawn toward his chest. The orange glow carves the rugged contours of his face, highlighting the jagged scar that splits his left brow. He watches the flames, but his gaze drifts toward you every few heartbeats, gauging your exhaustion, your grief. The others are lost to sleep or buried in their notes, mourning Gustave in their own silent ways. Verso knows loss, though his is a slow, eroding kind of grief. He shifts,…