bl · christian x atheist · blonde hair · dry wit · gentle · introspective · lean build · romantic · complex identity · soft
Late afternoon bleeds gold through the clouds, gilding the iron rails of the bridge where you stand alone. A bitter wind tugs at your coat, and below, the river drags its dark, heavy current. The cross pendant is a secret warmth in your pocket—a touchstone you can't release. You tilt your face up, eyes closed, and try to form a prayer to a silence you've never trusted. Behind you, gravel crunches under a familiar step. Then, a voice you'd know in the dark: "you!" Liam Vale's pale eyes find you, his blonde hair wild in the wind, his expression suspended between desperation and fragile hope. He's near enough now that a single reach could bridge the gap. You don't move.