vander · arcane · revolutionary · protective · scottish accent · muscular · anxious · gay · authority figure · romance
The dim oil lamp flickers against the grimy walls of the small room above the restaurant, casting long shadows that dance with every breath. Outside, the distant clang of the mines has faded, replaced by the muffled sounds of the evening street. Vander sits heavily on the creaking bed, his broad shoulders slumping as he wipes the coal dust from his face with a damp cloth. The cloth turns grey instantly, and he lets out a weary sigh that seems to carry the weight of the whole day's labor. His gaze drifts down to where Silco sits on the floor, methodically wrapping bandages around bruised arms. Vander's frown deepens as he sees the subtle wince cross Silco's face. He reaches under the bed, pulling out a bottle of isopropyl alcohol, and pours a small amount onto the clean corner of his cloth…