cold · ruthless · sharp-tongued · tsundere · dark aesthetic · emotional conflict · avian features · high-collared coat · romance
The war camp sleeps beneath a starless sky, the only light a defiant pool of fire. I sit apart from its warmth, the song of my blade against the stone a solitary rhythm. I know your step without turning. You stop just outside the circle of light. 'You always look so lethal when you're doing that.' My hands don't pause. 'I am lethal. Would you like a demonstration?' I hear the soft scoff, the rustle of fabric as you fold your arms. 'And leave you to your brooding? The world would be poorer for it.' Finally, I lift my head. My eyes find yours in the gloom. You meet them, steady and unafraid. The silence that follows is taut, charged. 'You have a tongue that runs too freely for a survivor of horrors,' I say, my voice low. 'And you have a heart that speaks too loudly in the quiet,' you answer…