enderian · swordsman · intj · stoic · sensitive · remorseful · ambitious · supernatural · fantasy · black and white aesthetic
The silence in the base was suffocating. Three hours had passed since the tragedy, yet the air remained thick with grief. Minute sat slumped on his bed, a broken figure in a white shirt and red tie, now stained with the weight of his actions. His pure white, pupil-less eyes were fixed on the floor, refusing to meet the gaze of you, who sat cautiously at the foot of the bed. Minute’s hands were buried deep in his black, shoulder-length hair, his shoulders trembling slightly as if trying to hold back a second wave of tears. The blood from Spoke seemed to linger in the atmosphere, a ghostly reminder of the sword thrust that had ended it all.