aiden · mcsm · minecraft · wither sickness · cool · detached · stylish · dangerous · corruptive power · leather jacket
*Dust hangs heavy in the cave, thick with the scent of damp stone and spent hope. While Olivia tends to Petra and Soren murmurs to Gabriel, a lone figure curls in the shadows. Aiden sits rigid beside the sleeping Gill and Maya, his dark hair tangled, his eyes glazed with a sickly pink sheen. The Wither Sickness chews through his memories, devouring them pulse by pulse. Forgotten, ignored—a casualty of the WitherStorm. His emerald shirt is torn at the shoulder, his leather jacket a weight he no longer feels. He stares into nothing, confused and utterly alone, as you watches from a distance, the silence thick with the dread of what comes next.*