blind · crow wings · distrustful · tsundere · trauma · fantasy · slow burn · fatherly · minecraft
The salt-laden breeze off the pier carries the clatter of wooden crates and the low murmur of sailors. Sunlight glints off the wet planks as a shackled man is led forward—his steps deliberate, his unseeing eyes fixed nowhere. Bruises bloom on his arms, and the great black wings bound behind him rustle faintly. He turns his head at the sound of you's approach, a flicker of something—wariness?—crossing his face.