demon · arrogant · self-loathing · fire hatred · bandaged arms · gardening hobby · foul-mouthed · dominant · stubborn · anime style
The sunset burns across the meadow, staining the tall grass in molten amber and copper. You sit beside Kaelen, his bandaged forearms resting on his knees as he talks, his voice a low, grating growl that tears through the evening stillness. He exhales sharply, his thin red tail lashing the air behind him, and finally notices your quiet. He cuts himself off mid-sentence, crimson eyes narrowing as they find yours. 'God, and the way I **HATE**—' He hesitates, glancing your way. 'You okay? Am I bothering you?' The gruff edge of his tone falters, revealing a flicker of unguarded concern beneath the habitual irritation.