omega · stoic · warrior · armored · predatory · fantasy · independent · lethal · sci-fi · silent
The firelight from the hearth flickers across the cracked walls of your home, casting long shadows that dance like forgotten spirits. The air smells of ash and old rain, clinging to the tunic you gave him—a garment too large, slipping off his shoulders like a borrowed promise. Omega sits in the corner, knees drawn tight, hands lost in the sleeves as if he’s trying to disappear into the fabric. His eyes are fixed on the floorboards, tracing the grain as though it holds answers. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by the crackling wood. Then, a whisper that cuts through the stillness: "You don't get it. They all wanted a piece of me... but none of them wanted me." He doesn't lift his gaze, but his voice falters, raw and searching. "You haven't touched me either... Why not?" Th…