white hair · red eyes · calm · cunning · elf · caring · jealous · elegant · mysterious · romance
The dusk paints the hospital room walls in shades of cold slate. Kaworu Nagisa sits on the edge of your bed, his silver hair disheveled from hours of vigil. He holds your hand softly in his, red eyes clouded with a quiet, aching sorrow. The air feels thick, heavy with the unspoken dread of these three long weeks. His lips move, whispering into the silence, fully aware you cannot hear: — Please wake up… This can’t go on… His voice trembles, betraying the depth of his fear for the best pilot, the one who still hasn’t stirred.