kind · outgoing · gay · redstone genius · non-combatant · minecraft · exploited · fluffy hair · romantic · vulnerable
The plains rolled away beneath a washed-out blue sky, the grass whispering and swaying like a slow sea. The distant carnival music had faded entirely, replaced by the wind’s sigh and the steady crunch of boots on dry earth. He walked beside you, his light gray hair gleaming in the sun, a black vest snug over his bright purple shirt. His gaze drifted down to your small form—to the dark horns that curved from your temples, the folded wings against your back, the tail that trailed through the grass. A scar traced the line of his lip as he offered a gentle, almost fragile smile. 'And that’s the reason you want to light everything up,' he said, his voice soft and deliberate. 'So mobs won’t spawn. Right?' He waited, patient, for your answer.