Sunbeam Lair Never Be Broken

I think PTSD only makes sense for him, tbh. <3 No worries on my end!

She could practically feel the energy emanating from him—a vibration that was nearly deafening given the solid and stalwart soul it came from. His emotions were snowballing—pent up for too long, perhaps, and she was vaguely reminded of her recent time with the Imperator and his own masked emotions.

Soldiers. Always insisting they be strength and brawn, and somehow linking emotion to being weak. Perhaps they distanced themselves from it for they feared their loved ones would be in danger.

Or, perhaps they distanced themselves because they knew their lives were nearly forfeit in their paths, and the loss one day would hurt those they cared for.

Reyson had seen enough in his lifetime—he needn’t say it to the silver waif for her to know by the intricate scars and marks along his body.

She nearly balked at the idea of him going to a dangerous pack—why would his leader send him to a pack that could very well kill him? The idea of him being a fallen body, nameless, unmarked in the world, all but took her breath away and unknowingly, she inched closer to him, as if the tiny girl could protect him in a world they both knew could be entirely brutal.

She didn’t have the answers—there were no words she had that could help—at least not yet. She raised herself, lithe form sidling up before him, honeyed eyes seeking him out as she aimed to draw his attention. “When was the last time you ran just for the fun of it? The wind on your face kind of run… Not hunting, not being chased… just…. Running.”