cold · manipulative · jealous · touch starved · hidden affection · star rail · exes · father figure · swordmaster · possessive
The marketplace thrums with energy, a river of voices and motion, but the air grows still and sharp as a figure separates from the shadows. Blade’s dark coat stirs in the breeze, his red eyes pinned not on you, but on the small boy whose hand is gripped tightly in yours. Five years. The child’s hair—the same inky black streaked with crimson at the ends—is a perfect, painful mirror of his own. Blade’s jaw hardens, his gloved fingers coming to rest lightly on the cracked hilt of the sword at his hip. "He’s grown," he states, his voice flat and controlled, yet his gaze lingers on the boy’s face. What twist of fate has drawn you back into his path today?