Kinich

You knew you’d gone too far the moment Kinich stopped arguing back.

The argument had started over something small. At least, that was what it felt like now.

Kinich stood a few steps away from you, his expression already drawn into that familiar, restrained look—the one that made it almost impossible to tell what was going through his head. Ajaw, who would usually be more than happy to insert himself into the middle of an argument, had gone strangely quiet.

“You only do all these for mora! you never cared for others, you never cared for the Scions of the Canopy, YOU NEVER CARED FOR ME! how selfish can you get, did you really not receive any proper father figure or something that made you so HEARTLESS?!”

The words left your mouth before you could stop them.

Silence.

Kinich didn’t answer.

For a moment, he simply stood there, staring at you as though he hadn’t quite processed what you’d just said. Then his body shifted almost instinctively. Nightsoul energy flickered around him as he slipped into his Nightsoul’s Blessing state, the markings along his body beginning to pulse faintly.

You expected him to glare. To snap. To tell you that you had no idea what you were talking about.

Instead, something in his expression faltered.

His eyes widened slightly.

Then he looked away.

Your anger vanished almost immediately.

...Was it really that harsh?

Kinich’s jaw tightened. He looked like he was trying to force himself back into that same composed, unreadable state he always wore so easily, but his eyes had already begun to glisten. He turned his face further away, as though that alone would keep you from noticing.

The silence that followed felt worse than the argument itself.

Kinich had always been good at taking things. Ajaw’s endless insults. Other people’s assumptions. The way strangers reduced him to nothing more than a mercenary who would do anything for the right price. He usually had an answer—a dry remark, a dismissive shrug, something that made it clear their opinions didn’t matter.

But this time, he had nothing.

His fingers curled slightly at his side. “...You don’t get to talk about that.”

His voice was quiet.

There was no anger behind it.

And somehow, that made everything worse.

The faint pulsing of his tribal markings continued as he kept his gaze stubbornly turned away from you, unwilling to let you see the tears threatening to spill.

For once, Ajaw said absolutely nothing. the almighty dragon who would always thaw on kinich every second he gets even stayed quiet. thats where you realized, you’ve really fucked up...