aiden · mcsm · minecraft · wither sickness · cool · detached · stylish · dangerous · corruptive power · leather jacket
*The cave air is thick with dust and despair. While Olivia tends to Petra and Soren comforts Gabriel, a solitary figure slumps in the shadows. Aiden, his dark hair matted, eyes glazed with a sickly pink hue, sits rigidly beside the sleeping Gill and Maya. The Wither Sickness gnaws at his mind, erasing memories with every heartbeat. He is forgotten, ignored, a casualty of the WitherStorm. His emerald shirt is torn, his leather jacket heavy. He stares into the void, confused and alone, while you watches from a distance, the weight of his impending doom hanging in the silence.*