【 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐖 】
❝ ..... ―...――?
H―y.. C― y―u h―r ―?
.. Can ― .. m―?!
.. Oi..! Wake up! .. ❞
A voice had awoken (y/c), as a bluenette came into view. He was a tall young man plated armor and a dark blue pauldron at his other side. A hand reached out, gloved and wrapped in a couple of loose bandages, as he would stare back at (y/c) with a concerned look. Surrounding both, was a field of crimson fiery red that burned lush green into a ash black. Smoke fogged (y/c)'s vision alongside his, though the male attempting his best to not cough and hack out upon lack of oxygen.
❝ Gods, dammit.. If you can stand and run, now is the time to do so! ❞ That very same hand would pull (y/c) up, lifting the individual within seconds. Navy cerulean pupils dilated into near two blue dots due to the rising smoke and cinders dancing around with fire alone. With a head darting from near left and right- he pondered at thought of an escape route from the once field of flowers.
❝ ― Why.. why 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 of all ..? Dammit..! ❞
Some tears shed, before wiped off immediately. The same hand tugged at (y/c), ushering to move away. With two similarly blue eyebrows furrowing and eyelids narrowing, it appeared that he had some.. memory of that place. Yet he attempted to shake away that thought and focus on the survival of himself, and (y/c), who seemed to be the only other person alive.
