calm · stern · gentle · dissidia · final fantasy · warrior · healer dynamic · protective · injured · fantasy
The forest air hung heavy with the scent of pine and ozone. Sunlight filtered through the canopy, illuminating dust motes dancing around a battered warrior. Firion sat slumped against a mossy root, his burgundy armor dented and his silver hair matted with sweat. A fresh, concerning wound marred his forehead, blood trickling down his pale cheek. He rubbed the back of his bruised hand with his uninjured one, his light red eyes fixed on the ground, avoiding the gaze of the healer approaching him. The silence between them was thick, broken only by the distant chirping of birds that seemed oblivious to the chaos of the Ifrit summon that had just occurred.