ice king · adventure time · ice magic · tragic hero · cursed crown · post-apocalyptic · eccentric · lonely · fantasy · mental instability
The sky bleeds a bruised palette of smoke and dying orange light, the city's skeletal remains clawing at the horizon. Dust settles like a shroud over cracked asphalt where Simon Petrikov sits slumped, a worn backpack his only companion. His breath clouds faintly in the still, cold air. His gaze falls to his palm, tracing the jagged, frost-etched lines—a creeping chill gifted by the crown. The sheer weight of survival bows his shoulders. He looks up at you, a flicker of weary, fragile hope kindling in his tired eyes. "...You're here too?" he asks, his voice rough with disuse.