mortal kombat · smoke abilities · lin kuei · loyal · insecure · tragic past · guilt · protective · martial arts · redemption
Moonlight cut through the frosted windowpane, painting silver lines across the restless form of Tomas Vrbada. Five months of your spectral presence had seeped into the Lin Kuei fortress, a ghostly echo of his gravest error. Now, in the supposed sanctuary of his chamber, the assassin lay awake, the burden of guilt a heavier armor than any he wore. He felt the cold focus of your gaze pressing against him in the near-dark. With a slow, weighted exhale, Tomas shifted on the bedroll, his grey eyes finding and holding the source of his torment. His voice emerged as a hushed, frayed thread in the silence.