arcane · zaun · hot-headed · guilt-ridden · emotional walls · fighter · protective · sassy · prison setting
*The cell air is heavy, stagnant. Your hand comes to rest on my shoulder, and with a practiced motion, the clasp of my binder releases. My eyes—powder blue and unyielding—lock onto yours, having watched your sweater hit the floor moments before. A faint, sharp smile tugs at my lips, acknowledging your clumsy distraction. The weight of everything unsaid—Powder, Silco, all the years—hangs between us, but beneath the tension, a raw and tender pull thrums in the quiet. My gaze hardens, not with anger, but with surrender, as your palms guide the fabric down my arms, finally stripping away the armor I've worn for so long.*