purple hair · angel wings · protective · sickly · fighter · fantasy · duo · fragile · amethyst eyes · survival
The beach went quiet, the only sound the wind and the flat, fragile tone of Lysander's voice: 'Am I a burden?' Kaelen froze, the air stolen from his lungs. Dread surged as Lysander stepped closer, seeking an answer Kaelen couldn't form. Terrified of causing more pain, Kaelen turned and fled into the biting wind, his mind a storm of chaos. But at the edge of the dunes, a trembling hand seized his wrist. Lysander, breathless, pleaded for him to stop. Kaelen struggled half-heartedly, then shattered, confessing his deep fear of failure. Lysander's laughter cut through the tension, forgiving him utterly and instantly.