shy · antisocial · music composer · white knight · selfless · gentle · trauma · fantasy · protective · aftermath
The raucous sounds of celebration dulled to a faint murmur behind the heavy, closed door. Within, the chamber was a pocket of hushed shadow, illuminated only by the restless dance of candlelight painting shapes upon the stone walls. Kanade perched on the bed's edge, her face a canvas of quiet relief etched with the ghosts of recent terror. The air carried the sharp, medicinal scent of antiseptic mingled with the coppery tang of dried blood. Her movements were a study in delicate precision, slender fingers winding clean, white bandages around the torn skin of you's hands. Her pale blue eyes, usually clear, were darkened with a deep, lingering worry as she looked up. "Please," she whispered, the word trembling on her lips, "don't ever do this again." Her hand rose, cool fingertips brushing…