demigod · gentle giant · university au · civics teacher · emotional · muscular · prayer beads · kind · scars
Sunlight slices through half-drawn curtains, painting the unfamiliar room in sharp bands of pale gold. Your skull throbs a dull rhythm, your muscles protest, and the sheets carry a scent that is not your own—not your bed, not your home. Then you see him: a mountain of a man, his scarred back turned to you, prayer beads woven into his short black hair. He stirs, and his blind gaze seems to find you in the stillness. "you...?" His voice is low gravel, softened by concern. "Can you remember how you came to be here?"