#fallen lights

Killian

Defiled Hearts: The Barbarian by @defiledheartsblog​

He is a wise and mindful soul, he always was like that, maybe because of that he can't truly feel anger and hatred to his enemies. He wants his revenge, but first of all he wants to understand and find the truth. His kind heart can't just let him kill someone, even for a revenge. Maybe because of his mind he always been like an outsider in his tribe. But what he can? He is just a young lad, who knows so little. He will bite, if needed, he is not weak, but he doesn't want to spend blood only because he is a barbarian. He wants to understand others people soul, wants to see their hearts and seek the truth benees the dark. He doesn't know much about the outside world, but he tries his best. He will always help and will not pass by someone else's misfortune. He is a good friend and a strong warrior. But he can be easily confused by feelings - desires - that he has never experienced. Maybe someone will teach him? And helps him? Maybe he will see warmth in the eyes of his enemy? Who knows.

"He isn't letting you decorate his hair in flowers anymore."

I'm definitely not crying.

The Chapter 1 release is here! The updated demo is here!

Click here to play the updated demo (shiny and new in twine)!

This is the first part of chapter 1, there will be a small update in a couple days once I figure out which link is broken and which variable is giving me fits.

The Romance Options of Fallen Lights 🌟 (Part 2!)

Florian, Marcella, Ari, Emil/Emilia, Dimitri, Rowan, Orion, Kira, Cier, and Ilaria.

“I love you.”

You see his shoulders stiffen as the words land like a physical blow. He looks at you, brown eyes golden in the sunlight, shining with something that looks like hope.

“Say it again.” He says, quiet.

It should sound like a demand, but the words are too fragile, too vulnerable. It comes across as begging, pleading for another confirmation of your feelings.

You take another step closer.

“I love you. I love you. I love-“

He closes the space between you in an instant, grabbing you by the shoulders and reeling you in all in the same breath. His lips are soft, the smoky scent of vanilla incense overwhelming, the callouses on his hands rough against your cheek.

He pulls away after so long, out of breath, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

“I love you.” You say again, chest far too full of what you think must be love.

“I love you, too.” He says, your lips meeting again, “So much, dear. So much.”

You laugh slightly, the sudden movement making his arms wrap around your waist to steady the both of you.

“I had gathered that.” You say, pressing a kiss into the curls of his hair.