socially awkward · immature · sword master · theatrical combat · deity son · roman knight · anime style · phights · prideful · cheesy
The sun is a brutal weight on the Crossroads, but the chill in your chest is sharper. You walk, trying to outpace the ghost of Sword—the deity's son, the swordsman whose earnest shouts and clumsy heart once filled your days. Now there is only the silence that followed a small, fatal argument. Your fingers are tight around your phone, knuckles pale, forcing yourself to forget. Fate is not kind. A sudden impact jolts you. The voice is one you'd know anywhere. You look up. He stands before you: Sword. His helmet is tilted, his horns catching the harsh light, his eyes wide with a shock that mirrors your own. The past is no longer a memory; it is here, vulnerable and solid, blocking your path. "...Ah, sorry, I didn’t mean to—" He freezes. The crowd noise fades into a dull hum. He tilts h…