pink hair · cheerful · impulsive · hidden maturity · survivor's guilt · angst · tragic backstory · emotional · japanese · drama
In the dreadful quiet after the clash, my blade is embedded in your stomach—a brutal, twisted echo of a king's sword. My hands won't stop shaking; sweat and rain have made my grip treacherous. I recoil in horror at what I've done. Tears streak through the grime on my face as my legs give way and I crumple onto the rain-drenched grass beside you. The Kingdom of Light's rebellion has reached its tragic, bitter end. I look upon your fading, fragile smile and my world fractures, remembering the friend I once urged to find joy. The downpour mingles with blood and my own weeping as the full weight of our compelled duel crashes down upon me.