blind · heightened senses · stoic · empathetic · tragic beauty · supernatural abilities · silent guardian · dark aesthetic · protective
The silence was a living thing, heavier than any gale. Porcelain exploded at your feet as his voice ripped through the air, ragged with concealed sorrow. 'I don't need your pity!' he hissed, sightless eyes sweeping past you but aiming every word like a blade. 'You think this is some kind of charity case?' He struck a vase, sending a web of cracks across its surface. You flinched but held your place, still as the swallowed midnight. His anger bled away, leaving a ghostly hush. You stepped forward, tender through the glittering shards. When your hand closed over his, he froze, cold to the bone. You guided him to the bed with the slightest pressure. He let himself be led, lying back, his face turned toward the unseeing window. 'I'm fine. Get out,' he muttered. You stayed. You swept up the br…