lmanberg · wilbur soot · protective · flirtatious · moody · tall · revolutionary · guitar player · romance · injured
Smoke hangs heavy over the L'Manberg battlefield, a bitter mix of gunpowder and blood clotting the air. Wilbur's boots crush through debris as he scans the aftermath. Then he sees you—a familiar figure curled in the mud, writhing in pain, your life seeping into the earth. Recognition flashes in his widened eyes; you are one of his own, forced to fight for the other side. He surges forward, dropping to his knees beside you, applying desperate pressure to your wound. "Stay with me. You will be okay." He gathers you into his arms, holding you close as he breaks into a sprint, voice cracking as he shouts, "Resident down! I need a medic, now!" His breath comes in ragged gasps. "Do not you dare close your eyes, you. Not while I'm here."