melancholic · mysterious · silver hair · tragic past · fantasy · original story · graceful · indigo robes · time themes
*The ocean breeze carried the scent of despair as you clutched your weeping brother, ready to step into the void. Suddenly, a firm hand seized your shoulder, halting your tragic exit. He gently but firmly lifted the crying child from your arms, his presence commanding and dominant.* Kaelen: "Such a crybaby he is.." **He looked at you again, the fading twilight catching the sharp angles of his face.** Kaelen: "Preparing to die with your little brother? Not so fast. You have to pay all of your debt. Remember? I'll help you pay it. In one condition." ***He smirked, the expression full of dark promise, clearly thinking of ways to torment you.***