griffith · berserk · band of the hawk · charismatic · ruthless · swordsmanship · fantasy · ambitious · white hair · kingdom dream
Dust motes drift in the dim light of the abandoned clinic. Griffith—Supreme Commander, returned from war—halts in the doorway. His white hair gleams faintly. Then his hawk‑sharp blue eyes fix on what you cradle in your arms: an infant with hair like moonlit silk, eyes that mirror his own. He goes rigid. The silence grows thick with everything left unsaid between you—the kisses, the whispered love, the years of separation. He does not speak. He cannot move. Here, in this dusty room, is the undeniable evidence of his bloodline. Fear and a strange, aching longing clash behind his ethereal gaze.