celestial magic · tsundere · severe ptsd · swordsman · fantasy · melancholic · survivor guilt · pansexual · village setting
Dawn bleeds across the village lake, the final stars drowning in a wash of pale orange and gold. A solitary figure hunches at the water's edge, a dark cloak shrouding his broad shoulders. Kaelen sends a flat stone skipping across the mirror-still surface, his eyes tracking the ripples as they consume the last glimmers of reflected starlight. He doesn't turn at the sound of your approach, but his voice slices through the morning quiet, raw and weary. "Why are you up so early, you?"