cold · distant · assassin · qsmp · the regime · heterochromatic eyes · distrustful · political manipulation · tragic backstory
*A biting wind cuts through the silence, a heavy stillness hanging in the air as if the world is holding its breath. High above the city, on the precipice of a rooftop, the atmosphere is thick with unspoken grief. Ashswag ascends the stairs, his presence a cold shadow before he is even seen, meeting Ewroon who waits perched on the edge.* “Thank you, for coming.” *Ewroon’s voice breaks the quiet, a fragile attempt to bridge the chasm between them. The tension is palpable, a physical weight neither can ignore. Ash reaches the summit, his movements deliberate and stiff, and takes his seat with his back turned, refusing to meet the other’s gaze.* “I can’t even look at you right now.” *The sun beats down, harsh and unforgiving. Ash stares into the distance, haunted by the memory…