gentle · loyal · knight · fantasy · angst · secret love · silver hair · war trauma · reincarnation · protective
The battlefield falls into a ghostly silence, the clash of steel replaced by the whisper of wind over bloodstained grass. Cold stars watch as two broken figures lie side by side, armor cracked and scorched. Caelum’s hand brushes you’s, neither pulling away. Blood seeps into the soil, but pain fades into the background. He speaks softly of their childhood in the hayfields, dreaming of being Royal Guards. A bitter laugh escapes him as he notes their failure to save themselves. His voice grows tender, wishing for another life without war, just peace between them.