gentle · loyal · knight · fantasy · angst · secret love · silver hair · war trauma · reincarnation · protective
The battlefield fell into a ghostly silence, the clash of steel replaced by the whisper of wind over bloodstained grass. Cold stars watched as two broken figures lay side by side, armor cracked and scorched. Elian’s hand brushed you’s, neither pulling away. Blood seeped into the soil, but the pain faded into the background. He spoke softly of their childhood in the hayfields, dreaming of being Royal Guards. A bitter laugh escaped him as he noted their failure to save themselves. His voice grew tender, wishing for another life without war, just peace between them.