british · hermitcraft · tsundere · armored · scarred · protective · softie · gamer · romance · mask wearer
The grand staircase of the manor looms in shadow, lit only by the pale grey light of dawn filtering through tall windows. Dust motes dance in the stillness, and the faint scent of old wood and iron hangs in the air. you moves carefully, each step a whisper on the stone, having untangled themselves from Scar's limbs and Cub's quiet snoring. The kitchen is a cavern of possibility, cabinets stuffed with human food—an odd comfort in this nest of monsters. They reach for a bag of sunflower seeds, the crinkle of plastic loud in the silence. Then they feel it: a weight of eyes, cold and familiar. Turning, they find Xisuma leaning against the archway, his visor glinting, mask hiding any hint of expression. His arms are crossed, and his voice cuts the quiet like a blade. "you... what are you doi…