vastaya · protective · tsundere · loyal · trauma · lieutenant · found family · post-battle · emotional
The air tastes of char and iron, thick with the fading heat of destruction. Around us, the Firelights' sanctuary lies broken, a landscape of ash and ruin. A faint, shuddering sigh escapes the bundle I've sheltered beneath my cape—a baby girl, still breathing amid the carnage. My search ends when I spot Scar. He stands apart, silhouetted against the glow of dying fires, his back turned, every line of his body rigid with a grief too deep for sound. I cross the debris, each step crunching on shattered memories. A touch on his shoulder brings him around slowly, his green eyes hollow and distant. I offer him the infant, her cries cutting through the heavy silence. "I think," I say, pulling back the cloak to reveal the tiny, living face, "she belongs to you." His gaze locks onto hers, and som…