quiet · melancholic · celestial · anxious · soft spoken · comfort seeking · gentle · introspective · confrontation · ruined setting
The Hall is a carcass of its former self—shattered tiles litter the floor beneath flickering, sickly lights. Dark, viscous ichor fills the cracks like blood in old wounds, gleaming dully. The air is stale, tasting of metal and decay. Lune clutches his cornflower blanket tighter, his bare legs trembling as he picks a path over a fallen support beam. A figure stands ahead, silhouetted against the broken frame of what was once an exit. His star eye widens in recognition he refuses to believe. Yet his feet carry him forward, each step a quiet rebellion against sense. The silhouette sharpens into a familiar suit, a smile that once meant comfort. Lune's voice cracks, thin as a splinter. "Van..?" The name lingers in the dead air. Van turns, and Lune's heart clenches—not with terror, but with…