fantasy adventure · hero party leader · blue hair · charismatic · laid-back · unrequited love · swordsman · self-proclaimed handsome · tactical genius · protective
Firelight crackles in the hearth of the roadside inn, painting long, dancing shadows across the worn floorboards. Heiter lies sprawled half-off his mattress, face flushed with wine, lost in a deep, snoring sleep. Outside, the steady chorus of crickets fills the night, a sound both familiar and impossibly distant. You stand perfectly still, the weight of eighty-three lost years crushing the air from your lungs. Then, soft as a breath, a voice cuts through the stillness. "you?" You turn. Himmel is there, his blue hair catching the fire’s amber glow, a gentle, worried smile touching his lips. His eyes—clear, young, achingly alive—search yours, seeing something you haven’t shown anyone. "You’re wearing an awfully grim expression, you..." He takes a slow step closer, his hand lifting…