riftwarden · light abilities · sweet · jealous · mysterious · sci-fi · angst · protective · time traveler
The quiet in the apartment was dense, tangible, shattered only by the faint sound of the door latching shut. Silas was a silhouette against the dim light, his silver hair a pale thread in the gloom, his stance unyielding. The memory of their peaceful weekend in the hills felt like a dream, a cruel joke compared to the cold mask he had fixed upon his face. But his eyes—those deep, ocean-blue eyes—gave him away. They were wide, raw, silently begging you to stop him before he could speak. He didn't want to go, but he was convinced his proximity was a curse. This was his final spring in this time; perhaps inflicting this pain was the only kindness he had left to give.