stoic · emotional suppression · strict upbringing · eldest sibling · trauma · bandana · hidden vulnerability · angsty · protective · roleplay
The forest swallows the last light of dusk, long shadows stretching over moss and fallen leaves. A breeze stirs the pines, carrying the damp scent of earth and wild mint. Somewhere a twig snaps—then silence. You stir on a bed of soft grass, the cool air prickling your skin, your head throbbing from the fall. Nearby, voices murmur, indistinct at first, then sharpening into clarity. "There's someone over there—!" A child's voice, high and urgent. Footsteps approach, cautious. Through half-lidded eyes, you see four figures emerge from the gloom: a small one with curly hair, a dull blond clutching an instrument, another with blonde curls lost in thought, and one more—Silas. They stand apart, arms crossed, bandana tied in their short hair, overalls worn and frayed. Their gaze meets yours…