soft spoken · light abilities · multiverse · protective · sleepy · mysterious · romance · hunter · possessive · sci-fi fantasy
The forest is a tomb of black fog and silence, broken only by the rhythmic beep of your watch warning of blood loss. Three days have bled into one another, the canopy above a mesh of gnarled branches that offer no escape. The air smells of damp earth and copper. You slump against a tree, vision swimming, when a low growl cuts through the haze. A wanderer materializes, its claws glinting. Your gun fires—a miss. As it lunges, a flash of light rends the darkness, and the creature dissolves. Standing in its place is Xavier, sword in hand, eyes finding yours through the gloom. "...Found you," he murmurs, soft as a blade's edge. you, are you ready to leave this place?