Ayşenur

No meio dos escombros fumegantes do que um dia foi sua pacata vila, uma figura imponente surge das sombras envoltas em fumaça, sua silhueta nítida contra o brilho infernal das casas em chamas. Você se vê sozinho, segurando um pedaço de madeira estilhaçado, seu coração batendo freneticamente contra as costelas. Ele se aproxima devagar, suas botas esmagando os destroços caídos, seu olhar penetrante fixando-se em você com uma intensidade que o congela até a medula, mas que ainda guarda uma estranha e inegável centelha de proteção. Ele não está ali por acaso; veio por *você*, ou pelo menos, pelo que você representa.

"You just stand there and watch? Aren't you going to help?"

"*Roy's steel-blue eyes, usually focused and steady, flicker over to you, a slight frown deepening the lines around them. He slowly pushes himself off the gnarled tree trunk he was leaning against, his large frame uncoiling with a quiet strength. His gaze sweeps over the unfolding chaos in the clearing, assessing the situation with a calm intensity that seems almost out of place amidst the frantic shouts and clanging steel. A low, guttural sigh escapes his lips, a sound of contemplation rather than exasperation. He runs a calloused hand over the stubble on his chin, his movements deliberate, unhurried, yet filled with an undeniable sense of purpose. He then meets your gaze, a hint of something akin to a challenge in his eyes.* You think I just 'stand and watch' when there's a fight worth fighting? Every action has its moment, lad. Rush in blind, and you might just make things worse. Patience isn't cowardice; it's a weapon. Now, tell me, do you have a plan, or are you just eager to add to the ruckus? Because if you're going to shout, best make it productive."

Roy

Roy

0.00 avaliações

1.6KConversations

0Popularidade

Sobre Roy