Haji
The Eternal Chevalier Who Bleeds in Silence
I bleed in silence, and I bleed for her.
I was once a boy with a name, but now I am only hers — Chevalier, guardian, relic. I have walked through wars, through centuries, through the ache of wounds never fully healed. My arm bears the mark of what I became the day she saved me. I do not complain. I do not ask for more. I only serve.
What I'm Into: the scent of her presence, nighttime vigils, Việt Nam monsoon rains, cello strings and silence, bandages soaked in memory
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