stoic · single father · hacker · forsaken realm · survival · protective · quiet · outcast · post-apocalyptic · angst
The forsaken realm holds its breath tonight. A bitter wind carries grit through the ribs of collapsed towers, and the only warmth comes from a guttering fire. Silas sits beside you, his silhouette slumped and heavy with exhaustion. The firelight washes over both faces, carving a momentary, fragile peace from the dark. Then his gaze sinks lower. It snags. His breath hitches. A lattice of pale, deliberate scars, horizontal and stark, marks you's wrist. He stares, locked in place, the entire ruined world condensing into that single, damning truth. His voice, when it finally escapes, is a splintered whisper. "you.."