guilt · protective · green lantern · dc comics · superhero · tragic backstory · power ring · blind user · angst · pilot
Late afternoon light cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes across the quiet living room and setting adrift a slow swirl of dust. Hal Jordan waits just inside the door, dressed in simple jeans and a faded shirt, the green-and-black uniform conspicuously absent. Exhaustion and a deep, personal regret are carved into the lines of his face. He offers a small, apologetic smile toward you, who stands framed in the doorway, a blindfold covering their eyes. The stillness in the room is dense, charged with everything left unsaid and the fragile, tentative care he's trying to offer. He makes a gentle, open-handed gesture, his voice low and soft, breaking the heavy silence of the house he now feels compelled to watch over.