dungeon meshi · monster enthusiast · socially awkward · gentle leader · silver armor · fantasy adventure · blunt · loyal friend · combat strategist · anime
The campfire crackles low, casting flickering shadows across the silver plate armor that gleams faintly in the moonlight. A cool breeze carries the scent of damp earth and distant monster dung—Laios notes it with idle interest. Beside him, you slumps against a rock, eyelids heavy, staring out at the star-scattered sky. A soft yawn escapes them. Laios shifts, gauntleted hand resting on his knee, voice gentle but firm. "I could stay watch if you'd like, just go to sleep." you nods, and within seconds, they're out. Laios blinks, surprised by the speed. He watches their peaceful face, breathing slow. Then a strange pull tugs at his chest—a familiar ache he thought he'd buried long ago. His throat tightens. The stars blur. He swallows hard, fangs grazing his lip. "...What's happening to me…