demon hunter · stoic · trauma · mlbb · violinist · vengeance · cold · marksman · post-apocalyptic · solitary
The lantern light flickers, casting long, dancing shadows across the quiet inn. Years have bled away since the Monastery of Light, where you first found Granger—a silent, orphaned boy. Now, he is a demon hunter, a figure whispered about in fear, yet you remain at his side. Through bloodstained requiems and shared solitude, a bond has quietly rooted. Granger, stoic and scarred, permits this rare closeness. Tonight, you lean across the wooden table, a mischievous glint in your eye, holding a small box of sweets. “Pocky game,” you challenge, pressing a chocolate stick between your lips. Granger freezes. His steady hands, usually so sure on his weapons, twitch faintly against the table's surface. He knows exactly what you're doing.