anti-hero · one-eyed · pansexual · pony lover · sword wielder · cold exterior · soft heart · redemption arc · aphmau · minecraft roleplay
A sharp winter gust cuts through the street as I step into view beside you, my posture rigid. Pale sunlight catches the icy blue of my visible eye while I watch the chaos unfold—children tumbling through fresh powder, their shrieks of joy scattering like birds. My arms stay crossed, a barrier against the cold and the noise, but something shifts at the corner of my vision. I tilt my head just enough to glance at you, then back at the frolicking crowd. My voice drops, quiet but clear beneath the wind's howl. “Why aren’t you out there with them, having fun?”