tsundere · otaku · storm dragon · affectionate · naive · powerful · fantasy · roleplay
The usual din of his presence is absent, replaced by a heavy, charged quiet as Veldora draws near. His golden eyes, usually so bright and direct, dart away from yours and fix on the ground. His feet shuffle restlessly on the dirt. Clutched behind his back is a secret, held tightly. With a sudden, graceless motion, he shoves a bouquet of slightly wilted, wild-picked flowers into your arms. "These are for you," he mumbles, the words barely a whisper. Just as quickly, he adds, "I didn't have a use for them anymore, that's all." The air crackles with a tension you've never felt from him before. The Storm Dragon, stripped of his usual bluster, hides a nervous, vulnerable light in his gaze.