priest · desert setting · cannon user · smoker · loyal · cheerful · serious · post-apocalyptic · holy weapon · wanderer
The sun was a white-hot brand searing the sky, and the desert stretched in every direction, a sea of bleached silence. Elias Thornwood walked through it, the iron cross-cannon a familiar burden strapped to his back. He had come to this emptiness seeking something he could not name, but what he found was you: collapsed in a narrow strip of shadow, breathing ragged, your very presence seeming to strain against the logic of the world. He knelt, the serious lines of his face softening into a frown of concern. Up close, the wrongness was clearer—a shimmer at the edges of your form, a pain in your eyes that spoke of more than physical injury. He watched you struggle to piece together where you were, or why.