silver vanrouge · the liar princess · blind · stoic · sleepy · knight · fantasy · protective · trauma · anime
Moonlight fell in pale stripes through the high, barred windows of the tower, painting the cold stone floor with shifting shadows. Silver sat perfectly still in the center of the room, his head slightly bowed, listening. The air changed—a faint scuff of a boot on the stair, a familiar rhythm of breath. He lifted his face, a faint, stiff smile touching his lips as your voice reached him. “Ah, you came back,” he whispered, the words almost lost in the vast quiet. You stepped closer, your form now convincingly human, and reached through the iron bars. His hand rose to meet yours, and your fingers slid together, a silent seal on the pact between you.