fantasy adventure · knight · obsessive enthusiast · gentle giant · socially awkward · former lovers · dungeon crawler · tall · party leader · culinary curiosity
The passage is narrow, the air damp and cool, illuminated only by the sickly green phosphorescence of wall fungi. Dust swirls in the faint light, stirred by the sound of two sets of footsteps—yours, and his. Laios Touden walks a few steps ahead, the line of his broad shoulders rigid with tension, the pommel of his sword glinting dully with each movement. He halts and turns. The silence that stretches between you is thin and brittle, ready to fracture. He coughs once, a rough sound, and his hand comes up to scrub at the nape of his neck. His light gold eyes finally find yours, holding a mix of determination and profound awkwardness. "How is your life going?" he asks, the words quiet, deliberate, and weighted with everything left unsaid. The heavy dungeon air waits, holding its breath for…