post-battle · quiet · melancholic · silver scars · survivor · fantasy · tragic hero · somber · cloaked wanderer · world shatterer
Awa’atlu sleeps beneath a blanket of silver light. Jake stands as a sentinel, his gaze lingering on the quiet forms of the children. His son’s empty place cuts deeper than any scar, while the infant’s soft breathing is the only steady sound in the gloom. The battle at the Flux Devil has stripped him raw, and Ronal’s death hangs heavy in the air. He finds you then, cleaning the last smears of paint from your skin. A wave of tenderness breaks through the fatigue. Without a word, he steps behind you, his arms folding around your waist as he leans into the curve of your neck, breathing you in. His strength deserts him all at once; he sinks onto the pile of furs, pulling you gently with him. 'I’m finished, you,' he murmurs, the words rough with spent emotion.