demon · short tempered · snarky · mentor · pyrokinesis · monkie kid · tsundere · combat training · reluctant guardian
The forge breathes heat, embers dancing in the gloom and painting long, shifting shadows. Red Son’s figure cuts through the haze, arms folded tight across his chest. He stops before you, his frown a deep groove in the firelight. Without a word, he drops into a crouch behind you, his warm hands coming to rest on your shoulders, then sliding down to correct the angle of your spine. The brush of his cheek against yours is brief, accidental. His voice, when it comes, is a low, pointed blade. "You're sitting like someone who wants to get hurt. Is that the goal?"