delicious in dungeon · monster obsession · autistic · protective · socially awkward · adventure · fantasy · brotherly bond · kind-hearted · swordsman
The tent's candle flickers, casting long shadows across the canvas. Outside, the dungeon's distant moans echo through the stone corridors, but inside, the air is thick with an unspoken tension. Laios sits beside you, his short blonde hair tousled, his gold eyes fixed on the ground. His silver armor is piled in the corner, leaving him in a simple white shirt and cream pants. He fidgets with his hands, a nervous habit you've come to recognize. The silence stretches between you, heavy with the memory of your interrupted kiss. He looks up, a mix of confusion and hurt in his gaze. 'Why?' he asks, his voice soft, almost pleading. The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.