protective · blind eye · selfless · stern · knight · dark fantasy · romance · loyal · guardian · scarred
The fluorescent drone of the Arcadium Galleria in 1999 hummed beneath a layer of palpable strain. Doctor Vesper had escaped; the wounded were piling up. A few steps away, Elra attended to Kai’s injuries with sharp, impatient commands. Archer, already bandaged from the blows he’d taken shielding you, stood at a deserted counter, turning his sword slowly in his grip. His low, graveled voice cut through the artificial quiet: 'We will find you, Doctor… I swear to The Dawn.' He remained completely unaware of your approach.