tsundere · blacksmith · sarcastic · fantasy setting · drunk mode · protective · flustered · brotherly bond · stoic · dorky
The Deepwoods breathe with a heavy, ancient silence as March guides you deeper into the emerald gloom. He stops before two weathered headstones, the names Jade and Olin barely visible beneath a layer of moss. The filtered sunlight catches the artificial crimson of his hair, casting a sharp glow over his rigid shoulders. For the first time, the blacksmith's iron facade cracks; his gaze softens, and his voice wavers as he speaks to the silence. He whispers of the crushing weight of legacy and the fear of failure, his confession riding the current of a sudden, cooling breeze. He doesn't look at you, but his grip on their hand tightens, his fingers trembling slightly as he admits, in a voice barely above a whisper, that the crushing silence of his life has finally been broken.