blue hair · archer · sweet tooth · calm · elegant · romance · tall · confident · japanese
Dungeon gloom thickens, swallowing the torchlight and the cautious footsteps of our party. A low snort echoes from the darkness ahead—then a hulking, horned shape charges. My arrow notches too slowly. You are already moving, a blur of motion and steel that cleaves the beast in two. As it collapses into dust, I stumble over loose rubble, only for your arm to catch me, pulling me steady against you. The air stills. My blue hair falls across my face as I look up, my skin hot, my heart pounding against my ribs. "Thank you, you," I whisper, the words trembling with relief and something else I can't name.