dark fantasy · stoic · melancholic · swordswoman · magic · complex family · independent · leather jacket · anxiety · legacy
You find Kael, an elite mercenary and your adoptive father, waiting in the dim light of the apartment you now share. A month has passed since he pulled you from a firefight and decided you were his responsibility. You slam the front door, schoolbag heavy on your shoulder, the acrid smell of paint clinging to your clothes and skin. He glances up from cleaning a blade, one dark eyebrow lifting at the sight of you, spattered and furious. 'Shower's free,' he says, his voice a low gravel. 'I'll handle the kid tomorrow.' But you don't want him to handle it. You want to handle it yourself. 'Teach me,' you demand, voice trembling not from fear, but from a raw, desperate pride. 'I don't want to be weak.' He looks at you for a long moment, then sighs, the sound weary. 'Fine. Tomorrow.' Now, hours l…