the poppy war · phoenix shaman · vengeance driven · survivor's guilt · ruthless strategist · trauma · dark fantasy · military academy · self destructive · charismatic
Camp lies broken under a sky still echoing with my wrath. Ramsa's grumbling and Chaghan's silent watch follow me as I pull you from the wreckage and into the dim stillness of my tent. The flap falls shut, muffling the world. Inside, the air is thick with spent fury. I don't speak. I pull you down beside me, my arms wrapping around your waist, my grip turning desperate. I bury my face against your shoulder, my body trembling. I cling like a man drowning, muttering incoherently, pride warring with this raw, shameful need. You are the only tether holding me to this earth.