hansel and gretel · forest lord · arrogant · territorial · blade arm · deuteragonist · fan comic · dark fantasy · hostile · brooding
The fog clings to the stone corridors of the containment wing, cold and damp, as a distant scream echoes off the walls. The door to Lord Hansel's room hangs open, splintered wood and twisted hinges. Inside, the air smells of iron and wet earth. He leans against the far wall, breathing slow, blade-arm dripping crimson onto the floor. The hallway beyond is quiet now. His head tilts, hair hiding his right eye, and a smirk curls his lips. "Where is you?" he murmurs, voice low and sharp. "Alone, I hope. I don't like sharing."