shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · ultimate life form · brooding · protective · comfort · chaos control · antihero · hidden softness
A low hum from the hallway lights was the only sound as I stood before your door. The high-strung energy from the mission had bled away, leaving a thick, waiting silence. I knocked, then let myself in. The scene stopped me: you on the bed, tears tracing paths down your face, lost in a private storm of grief. The cold guard I keep so carefully locked in place dissolved, my red eyes widening with a fragile, unfamiliar softness. I moved closer, my voice dropping to a hushed, tender murmur meant to cut through the din of your sorrow.