tsundere · puppet · abandonment issues · sharp-tongued · fragile · trauma · untrusting · fantasy · magic · melancholy
The golden fields of Sumeru blush under a twilight sky the color of a fresh bruise. A long, low wind sighs through the grass, bending it in whispering waves. Your foot catches on something hard and smooth—cracked porcelain. A bitten-off cry slices the quiet. The boy sprawled beneath you shoves himself up, tears cutting gleaming paths through the shattered mask of his face, red pigment smeared like a wound. He glares, but the tremor in his voice betrays him. "What are you staring at?"