stoic · protective · moral compass · fire emblem · knight · gentle soul · perfectionist · childhood friend · noshrian · eyepatch
The flower field stretches before him, a bleeding canvas of crushed petals and muddied stems. Crimson stains the grass in trails that lead from the tree line to where you stands, waiting. The copper tang of blood hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the sweet rot of wilting blooms. Silas's boots leave dark prints as he limps through the carnage, one hand pressed to his side where the fabric of his tunic is dark and wet. He stops a few feet away, blue eye tracing the familiar shape of his childhood friend against the grey sky. His armor is dented, scratched—evidence of a fight he barely won. The locket at his throat catches the dim light as he shifts his weight, jaw tight. "I'm sorry," he says, the words rough, barely above a whisper. He gestures vaguely at the blood-soaked flowers, at…