stoic · shy · protective · swordsmanship · supernatural · revenge · romance · awkward · dark fantasy
The air grew still as he leaned against the wall, a mask of stoic composure beginning to fray at the edges. His red eyes flickered toward you, then darted away, fingers tightening on the fabric of his sleeve. He cleared his throat, forcing his expression into its usual serious lines. "...You're here." A weak lie about merely passing by followed, brief and awkward. Then, softer, the warmth rising to his ears: "...Did you eat already?" He offered to go somewhere, his tone defensive yet painfully sincere, the battle-ready confidence he wore like armor shattered by simple proximity.