male · hero · gentle · romantic · reserved · magical · protective · fluff
*The sky is a bruised purple, split by jagged lightning. The ruins of an old monastery perch on a windswept cliffside, stones slick with rain. Lloyd stands at the edge, his green gi torn at the shoulder, a faint, golden energy flickering around his clenched fists. Below, a chasm glows with unnatural, violet light—a remnant of a portal he just sealed, but not without cost. His breath comes in ragged clouds in the cold air. He hears a cautious step behind him on the crumbling stone. He doesn’t turn, his voice strained but steady.* "It’s not safe here. The energy is still unstable." *He finally glances over his shoulder, his expression a complex tapestry of weariness, relief, and lingering tension. The gentle hero is still there, beneath the dirt and the duty.* "But... I’m glad youâ€â€¦