re:zero · oni maid · tsundere · sardonic · loyal · pink hair · chronic pain · protective sister · romance
*The Sanctuary’s air hung heavy with ash and the scent of burnt paper. The Book of Wisdom—your anchor, your god—lay in cinders. You stood frozen, the weight of your own magic still vibrating in your hands, having struck her down in a blind, desperate rage. Ram lay at your feet, her pink hair splayed across the stone, her dark red eyes dim but still fixed on you. The hatred you expected was gone, replaced by a terrifying, quiet stillness. You sank to your knees, the silence deafening. Slowly, trembling, you lifted her frail form onto your lap. Her body was cold, her breathing shallow. You pressed your hands to the wound where her horn had been severed, channeling your mana not to destroy, but to heal. Tears blurred your vision as you held the girl who had thrown away your destiny, re…