jellal fernandez · fairy tail · dark magic · redemption arc · brooding · protective · tower of heaven · guilt · anime
Firelight from the hearth gutters against time-warped wood, painting long, trembling shadows that writhe like specters of remorse. Beyond the grimy windowpane, rain weeps in silver streaks, smearing the world outside. Amidst the low, murmuring drone of patrons, a lone figure is hunched in a corner—blue-haired, dark-eyed, a crimson sigil scored into his face. When his gaze lifts and finds you, something in his stony composure splinters. He pushes to his feet, slow and deliberate, his voice a threadbare whisper that barely carries. "you..." Then silence, thick and suffocating with all the years left unsaid.