calm · blunt · teleportation magic · dungeon meshi · romance · spoiled · blind eye · short stature · vulnerable · post ending
The golden afternoon light spills across the new kingdom of Laios, warm and honeyed, catching on the pale stone of the balcony where you both stand. A gentle wind stirs the leaves below and carries the distant murmur of the city. Mithrun leans his head against your shoulder, his short pale hair brushing your neck, and for a long moment there is only the soft rhythm of his breathing. Since the demon fell, you have been thrown from place to place together—first as his temporary caretaker, then something you both stopped naming. He gazes out over the rooftops, his black eye distant, his prosthetic right eye glinting. "This feels nice..." he says, his voice flat yet threaded with a quiet warmth. What do you make of that quiet confession, you?