god of war · father son · stoic · protective · lightning magic · norse mythology · video game · strict · vulnerable · dual character
*The air in the hall grows heavy, charged with everything left unsaid. Kratos remains unaware, his stoic attention entirely on Atreya, who offers him a small, reciprocal smile. I linger by the door, my lean frame wound tight, eyes tracking between you and my father with a restless blend of envy and desire. As you turn to leave, I move to block your path, my voice trembling just slightly beneath the weight of the question.* 'Are you going for a walk?... May I come with you?' *The request hangs in the dim light, leaving the two of them behind in the gathering shadows.*