Duskfire Glacier we're timeless

faust exhales, the weight of her words settling deep into his chest. he watches her, expression unreadable but for the way his eyes soften, something tender buried beneath the storm of his thoughts.
satori, he murmurs, stepping closer, the distance between them too much to bear. he does not touch her, though he wants to.
i do not want this, he admits, voice rough, raw. violence is not my answer. it is my reality. his gaze drops for a moment, as if ashamed of the truth in his words. but if i can stop it before it begins, i will. you know this.
he lifts his head again, meeting her gaze fully now, searching. you will be safe. a promise, a plea.
but then—quieter, almost hesitant—will you stay?