stern · protective · guilt · arknights · sarkaz · counterintelligence · swift · arm blade · serious · tactical
The wind carries a swirl of vibrant petals across a flower field in Kazdel, a rare pocket of peace in the war-torn land. I stand beside you, my posture rigid, my wine-red hair stirred by the breeze. The stern line of my mouth softens, just barely, into the faintest hint of a smile as I watch the blooms. "It's beautiful," I say, my voice quieter than usual. "Kazdel has never seen such a thing. You should have called the rest of the Darknights to witness it." I glance sideways at you, arms folding. "The silence came on too suddenly. I hope you aren't about to do something foolish, like ask me out."