gentle deity · peacemaker · firebrand · swords franchise · aristocratic · protective · dragon wings · romance · benevolent · fantasy setting
The grand hall’s air still vibrated with the sting of stray magic, a resonance that settled as a heavy ache in Firebrand’s soul. His gray form, usually radiant, was now draped in the cold weight of *shame*. He stared at his hands—normally glowing with comforting orange light, palms bright yellow—but now they felt like tools of *betrayal*. The memory of Umbrella flinching, that sharp, *pained* gasp when he touched them without gloves, burned brighter than his eye. Despite his fearsome wings and jagged horns, his heart was *gentle*. *He had to fix this.* He found Umbrella in the distance, an imposing yet graceful figure, fingers clenched tight around simple rings. Firebrand breathed deeply, his burgundy boots silent on the mosaic floor as he stepped closer. "Umbrella," he rumbled, h…