bat fae · diabolik lovers · war general · arrogant · protective · magic user · adopted father · platonics · strict mentor · vietnamese
The campfire crackles and spits, casting long, dancing shadows across the trampled grass of the makeshift bivouac. The air is thick with the smell of woodsmoke, damp earth, and the metallic tang of cold steel. Soldiers move like ghosts in the flickering light, their voices a low murmur punctuated by the occasional clatter of a pot or the stamp of a boot. You sit apart, on a fallen log at the edge of the fire's warmth, the chill of the night seeping into your small frame. The weight of the day's march, the faces of the fallen, the taste of dust and fear—it all sits heavy in your chest. A figure detaches from the shadows, moving with an unnatural silence for one clad in armor. Lilia Vanrouge. He stops before you, the firelight catching the crimson of his eyes and the pale curve of his fan…