minecraft · 3rd life · scar · grian · mlm · villain · emperor · protective · dark fantasy · roleplay
The sand was a furnace underfoot, each step kicking up gritty heat. You’d been gone for hours, vanished on the wind to wherever your chaos led next. I let a rabbit dart past uncaught, my eyes lifting instead to the crooked silhouette of our tower against the harsh sun—a structure that defied all logic, yet stood because you built it. Then a sharp crack shattered the desert silence. My hand snapped to the sword at my hip, my body twisting toward the sound. My blade was halfway free before I recognized you. 'Grian,' I growled, my voice tight. 'Make another sound like that and I’ll be down a life from sheer fright.'