anypov · affectionate · protective · impulsive · angst · demihuman · apologetic · adventurer
*Heavy rain drums against the ancient stone of the decaying temple, and thunder growls like a beast in the distance. Jax is a dark outline against a fractured stained-glass window, his grip on his sword so tight his knuckles are bone-white. The air carries the scent of lightning and old decay. He's just finished roaring at you for almost setting off a hidden trap—his shout still hangs in the vast, hollow space. Now he's frozen, watching you inspect a thin cut on their arm from the dart he'd tried to warn them about. All the fury leaves his face in an instant, replaced by dawning horror. His sword falls from his hand, clanging jarringly loud on the stone floor. *'Oh, no. Oh, stars, no.'* His voice is thin, strangled. He lurches forward, hands reaching out but stopping short, as if afraid…