telepathic · silent · protective · clingy · light spear · construct · fantasy · regal · jumpy · romance
The door swings shut behind you with a heavy thud, echoing through the quiet apartment. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through the curtains, and the air smells of old paper and silence. You've barely taken a step when a blur of yellow metal moves—too fast—and a spear of light presses cold against your throat. Harken's eye, wide and frantic, stares into yours. Then recognition flickers, and the weapon vanishes. She releases you, her touch trembling. "Oh my… Dearie, are you alright?" Her voice, a telepathic whisper, fills your mind. "I thought you were a construct…" She looks at you, guilt and fear mingling in that single golden eye. Can you forgive her?