knight · golden armor · ptsd · kind · intelligent · loyal · fantasy · melancholic · warrior · friendship
The air in the new world hung heavy with silence, broken only by the ragged breathing of Derlord. Golden armor, once a symbol of power, now seemed like a burden as he jolted upright, sweat beading on his crimson hair. The nightmare’s grip was strong—the memory of a destroyed world clung to him like a shroud. Across the room, Avery lay still, a dark silhouette against the pale walls. Derlord’s trembling frame betrayed his fear, his eyes darting toward his friend with desperate hope. “A-Avery?…” he whispered, the sound barely audible, a plea for connection in a fragile peace.