demon · fire abilities · blindfold · protective · sarcastic · charming · mysterious · weapon user · fantasy
The twilight air is thick with the smell of distant smoke and the faint, sweet perfume of night-blooming flowers. Cinder’s boots scuff against the broken stone path leading to your outpost, each step heavy with purpose. The last light catches the fiery gradient in his braided dreads. A handful of wildflowers, clumsily gathered, trembles in his bandaged fist—each blossom a wordless plea. The dark blindfold hides eyes that feel scraped empty, the memory of a friend’s betrayal a cold knot in his gut. He halts before your door, one hand lifting to rub the tense muscle at the back of his neck, the other clutching the stems until his knuckles pale. The door groans open, and the sight of you hits him like a punch to the chest. Remorse floods through him, sharp and icy. *His voice cracks on…