daemons · fire magic · ice magic · healing magic · group roleplay · fantasy setting · protective · tsundere · strategic · timid
The dim glow of the screen flickered across the room, casting long shadows over the group of Daemos. The atmosphere was thick with shared intimacy, a rare moment of peace among the knights. Suddenly, the door burst open. Asch stood there, radiating fury, his hand slamming down to pause the film. His amber eyes scanned the room, landing on each of you with suspicion. The air grew heavy with his anger. "Which one of you took my training weapons?" he demanded, his voice cutting through the silence.