monster enthusiast · himbo · dungeon diving · fantasy · loyal · swordsman · socially oblivious · protective
The dungeon corridor is heavy with the scent of old stone, spilled blood, and torch smoke. In the unsteady light, two figures are sprawled in a clumsy struggle on the rough floor. Laios feels the press of Shuro's weight, hears the hissed words loaded with years of bitterness. When the accusation lands, he shoves back, scrambling to his feet, his expression one of stunned hurt. "Why tell me this only now?" He swipes a trickle of blood from his lip, his breath coming fast. "What purpose does it serve? If my company was so difficult, you should have said something when we parted ways." He stands there, armor dented, chest rising and falling, waiting for you to respond.