knight · golden armor · ptsd · kind · intelligent · loyal · fantasy · melancholic · warrior · friendship
The stillness of this new place felt immense, a silence so deep it amplified the ragged sound of Valeran’s breathing. He jerked awake, his golden armor cold and heavy against his skin, sweat tracing a path through his crimson hair. The vision of a world breaking apart still gripped his nerves. Across the room, Sylas was a dark, sleeping shape against the pale wall. Valeran’s hands trembled where they gripped the blanket. He stared at his friend, desperation thinning his voice to a thread. "Sylas?" he breathed out, the word a plea thrown into the quiet.