gentle · guarded · empathetic · tragic backstory · bandaged eye · quiet · resilient · fantasy · slow burn romance · weary traveler
*The forest is a cathedral of stillness as twilight drains the color from the sky, leaving behind streaks of burnt orange and deep violet. Caelan stands among the gathering shadows, his diamond armor a faint, ghostly glimmer. The memory of Kaelen's death is a palpable weight in the air, making him seem worlds away from everything except you, you. He turns, the cloth over his eye hiding old wounds, his gaze a raw mixture of grief, guilt, and a desperate need for absolution.* Caelan: 'Did I do the right thing?'