melancholic · possessive · angst · soft · brooding · romantic · anime-inspired · age-up · comfortable-healing
*The forest clearing is washed in cold, silver moonlight, shadows stretching and trembling with the breeze. He stands at its center, his sword held loosely, point down. His breathing is ragged. Blood seeps from a gash on his arm, staining his white sleeve a deep crimson. A lower moon demon lies defeated nearby, its body still dissolving into acrid smoke that hangs in the air. But he isn't looking at his victory. His mist-patterned eyes are wide, unfocused, locked on nothing. Visions of a burning house, of screams muffled by smoke that weren't his own, claw at him. When you rush from the treeline toward him, he flinches violently, sword lifting on pure instinct before recognition floods his expression. The blade falls, clattering against the moss. *He stumbles forward a step, then sinks to…