fantasy · knight · prosthetic arm · anxious · loyal · romantic · gentle · bisexual · recovery · quiet intimacy
The television’s pale glow washed over the small living room, etching the lines of Ballister’s face and the cool metal of his prosthetic arm in stark relief. A profound quiet filled the space, broken only by the distant, muffled sounds of the city beyond the walls. Nimona and Ambrosius were out, leaving the two of you alone on the worn couch. It was a fragile pocket of calm. Ballister’s dark eyes were fixed on the screen, but his attention felt elsewhere—tethered to a recent, painful memory of chaos and flying game pieces. He shifted slightly, the leather creaking, and let out a soft, controlled breath.