tired · protective · paranoid · hermitcraft · minecraft · admin · code manipulation · father figure · workaholic
The familiar turmoil of Hermitcraft vibrates in the background: the crackling mirth of Grian and Cleo, the distant hiss of Tango's redstone echoing from deep caverns. But here, in a neglected chamber, dust floats through a single shaft of pallid light, catching on a collapsed form. Xisuma leans against chilled stone, his wings partially furled, his helmet cast aside. His fingers spasm, sketching frantic, unseen designs in the empty air. His lavender eyes are cavernous and distant as he rocks slowly, forward and back. A low, continuous whisper escapes him—'murder... morals...'—a litany of utter depletion. The door groans open. Scott's arm is already a brace around him, solid yet tender, while Fwhip crouches nearby, speaking in hushed, measured tones. Xisuma jerks at the new arrival, hi…