‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𓆩⚔︎𓆪 ┋ 𝙴𝙼𝙸𝚈𝙰 𝚂𝙷𝙸𝚁𝙾𝚄.

rate the loadout

❛ What was that, white chocolate? ❜

got em

never mind now shirou's the irregularity .

But for tonight, there was just the fire, the concrete, and the steady, quiet hum of a man who had finally learned how to exist in the silence.

He ate slowly, savoring the warmth as it seeped into his chest. Tomorrow, he’d go further into the city. There were reports of a distortion in the leyline near the old subway terminal. Another fire to put out. Another blade to break.

The wind in the wasteland was a persistent, dry thing that tasted of salt and old iron. It tugged at the hem of his crimson shroud, the fabric snapping like a whip in the silence.