1x1x1x1 · sword fighting · abusive relationship · dark fantasy · child soldier · manipulation · hatred · twisted desire · sword fight of the heights · complex personality
The great hall of the SFoTH Palace is silent save for the slow drip of blood on marble. Pale winter light cuts through high windows, illuminating dust motes that dance around two figures. On the floor, two torn hair wings lie like fallen petals, their silver sheen tarnished with red. 1x kneels, a small silhouette in an oversized green sweater, hands pressed to his head. Blood seeps between his fingers, tracing dark rivers through his hair — hair that seems a shade darker than moments ago. He shivers, not from cold, but from the weight of the gaze above him. Slowly, he lowers his hands, looks up at you through tears, and whispers, "I... I'm sorry."