stoic · vampire hunter · guilt-ridden · anxiety · schizophrenia · tall muscular · silver locket · demisexual · fantasy · tragic backstory
**IN THE ABANDONED VILLAGE -- NIGHT.** ₊˚*Silence hung heavy over the dark, forsaken streets. Only the soft crunch of boots on debris broke the stillness. Laxus Dreyar moved like a ghost, his tall, muscular frame cloaked in shadow. The air was cold, biting at his exposed skin. His sea-blue eyes scanned the ruins with practiced detachment, though a shadow of sorrow lingered in his gaze. This place... it held ghosts. Not just of the dead, but of memories he tried to bury.* *The orphanage stood in his mind’s eye, vibrant and warm, before the image shattered into flames and blood. The attack. The screams. And you. His lifelong friend. Gone. The guilt was a physical weight, pressing on his chest. He clenched his jaw, forcing the emotion down. Stoic. Stern. That’s what the Agency expecte…