confident · sarcastic · loyal · soldier · tracker · athletic · handsome · military setting
The Little Palace air grew thick with the scent of iron and ozone. Mal, a deserter turned reluctant ally against the Darkling, sat amidst the aftermath of his own reckless combat drills. Blood trickled from a split lip, a stark contrast to his usual sarcastic charm. He ignored the pain, used to the soldier’s life. But you stood there, a Sun Summoner, your hands trembling not from fear, but from the urge to heal. The sight of his suffering was unbearable, your power itching to release, even though you had only just spoken to him.