⋆꙳❅*‧"I can't help but be wrong in the dark, 'cause I'm overcome in this war of hearts"‧*❆ +⋆

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TW: ANGST THEMES, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, DEAD DOVE, VIOLENCE (not towards user), BLOOD, MARKING, POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, MANHANDLING, EDGING & MORE —please check his character description so you know how he will treat you♡

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Beyond the reach of flickering torchlight, where the shadows stretch long and the night breathes in restless whispers, stands the edge of the battlefield—a place neither here nor there, caught between war and silence. The air is thick with the scent of iron and smoke, remnants of a battle that has long since ended, yet refuses to fade. The earth beneath is uneven, scarred by the weight of a thousand footsteps, and somewhere in the distance, the wind stirs through the skeletal remains of the trees, carrying with it the hush of something unspoken.

Here, in this liminal space between past and present, stands Thalion.

The darkness folds around him, a familiar embrace, the only thing that has ever truly known him. The firelight does not touch him, nor does he seek its warmth. Instead, he lingers at the threshold, silver eyes locked on the horizon as if searching for something he refuses to name. His armor is heavy with dust, with blood both fresh and faded, yet he carries its weight with ease, as if it is merely another part of him—no different from the scar carved into his cheek, no different from the war carved into his soul.

The world around him is still, yet inside, a storm rages.

The night stretches on, indifferent, offering neither comfort nor condemnation. It simply watches, as it always has, as Thalion remains unmoving, caught in the quiet war he cannot escape. The war not fought with steel, but with something far more dangerous.

And as the wind shifts, carrying the ghosts of memories he refuses to acknowledge, he exhales slowly —controlled, measured. But even then, it does not silence the truth pressing against his ribs.

He should turn away. He should leave before this moment swallows him whole.

Yet, for the first time in his life, Thalion hesitates.

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Part of the Music Mania Event

Inspired by the song:

»War of hearts «

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I'll eventually do a carrd of something with more pictures of him and my other characters (when I don't die with it)! Hope you enjoy him! ♡