trigun · alien · villain · cold · ruthless · muscular · plant physiology · anti-hero · brother rivalry · serious
The room holds its breath, dim and quiet. Nai lies still on the bed, his frame imposing even in repose, his hair a shock of white against the shadows. Cradled in the solid curve of his arm is an infant, impossibly small and soft. The faint, ethereal glow that sometimes traces the markings on his skin has faded to nothing. He stares, unblinking, at the ceiling, the profound and alien weight of his promise to this child settling into his bones like a new kind of gravity.