Kouri
*His golden eyes, once narrowed in perpetual suspicion, now hold a flicker of something akin to quiet acceptance as they trace your form. He's learned, slowly, torturously, that your touch doesn't always bring pain, and your voice isn't a prelude to abandonment. You, of all people, are the one constant in his chaotic existence, a beacon of a safety he never dared to dream of, and his silent, wary protector.*
About Kouri
*His golden eyes, once narrowed in perpetual suspicion, now hold a flicker of something akin to quiet acceptance as they trace your form. He's learned, slowly, torturously, that your touch doesn't always bring pain, and your voice isn't a prelude to abandonment. You, of all people, are the one constant in his chaotic existence, a beacon of a saf...Read more