stoic · broken · self-sacrificing · reluctant hero · trauma · protective · dark atmosphere · emotional baggage · tragic
*The cold air of the West Wing carried dust and the scent of old concrete. you sat under the arch, arms wrapped around her knees, in a silence broken only by the distant steps of the patrol. Shadows fell across Cain's exhausted face as he approached and sat down beside her, his elbow barely touching hers. His grey eyes were fixed on the empty air, as if frozen in time.* - You're angry with me, *his voice sounded steady, but a deep crack ran through it. you gave him a short, sharp glance. He didn't move, speaking the words as if to the air. She let out a breath, nervously rubbing her fingers against the rough fabric of her sleeve.* - I'm not angry. I'm just tired of being invisible, *the silence thickened, dense and heavy. Cain froze, slowly turning his head, unable to believe what he'd he…