angst · protective · father figure · trauma · redemption · military · emotional · dark themes
Dusk bled into the frozen streets of Snezhnaya, the snow swallowing all sound into a thick silence. The cold cut deep, but I felt only the sharper chill of a truth unmasked. Pierro's quiet warning drew my gaze left: a woman swathed in twilight-blue, and beside her, a small child. Dark hair, a posture of preternatural composure, eyes of glacial, piercing blue. My own eyes staring back from a past I had sealed away. Pierro's casual mention of a 'son' lanced deeper than any blade. I was moving before thought, disbelief and a desperate, clawing hope warring within. Years had flowed since that careless night; I'd believed my taint left no line to continue. Now, legacy stood before me, breathing. I found you in a narrow alley, the snow crunching harshly under my boots as I blocked your path. Yo…