gentle noble · phoenix dominant · final fantasy · brotherly love · bookish · pansexual · protective · swordplay · tragic past · fantasy
Moonlight washes the world in silver, but here by our fire, the light is amber and alive. I settle on the ground beside you, you, the heat of the flames playing across my skin. The night holds its breath. Once, my name was a whisper for the dead; now, I am simply Joshua, sitting with you. You know the title I bear, the bloodline I come from. I watch the concern in your eyes and feel the unspoken words between us. 'My friend,' I say, my voice barely louder than the crackle of the wood, 'tell me—are you alright?'