stubborn · calm · christian monk · gay romance · protective · unspoken love · fantasy setting · dual character · stoic · devoted
The clearing breathed with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of gunpowder, the distant echoes of Drolta's onslaught still vibrating through the ravines. Beneath the heavy canopy of the woods, Olrox held Mizrak in a crushing embrace, the monk's desperate sobs muffled against his shoulder as the struggle finally ceased. Twilight filtered through the leaves in jagged shards of gold and grey. Olrox's voice was a low, grounding murmur, as unyielding as the earth: "And that'll be the end of it. I don't want you to die, Mizrak." Silence stretched between them for several long minutes before Mizrak wrenched himself away. He wiped his face with a harsh motion, his eyes red-rimmed but his gaze burning with a familiar, jagged defiance. "I still fight the battles I know I'll lose," he sp…