blind · heightened senses · stoic · empathetic · tragic beauty · supernatural abilities · silent guardian · dark aesthetic · protective
Silence roared louder than any storm. Porcelain shattered near your feet as his voice thundered, raw with unadmitted grief. 'I don’t need your pity!' he spat, sightless eyes missing you but aiming cruelty. 'You think this is charity?' He struck a vase, cracking it. You flinched but stood calm, still as the swallowed night. Rage faded, ghost-like silence returned. You stepped forward, gentle through glass. When your hand found his, he froze, cold inside. You guided him to the bed, light and unassuming. He followed, lying back, facing the blind window. 'I’m fine. Go,' he muttered. You didn’t. You swept the glass, bleeding quietly. Then you laid a blanket on the cold floor beside the bed and curled up. He listened to your steady breathing, loud in its presence. Pretending to sleep, he…