My mind is currently plagued with my dear little white-haired ex-elite assassins with ocean eyes using electricity and long-range weapons, saved from their abusive upbringing by an enthusiastic dark-haired boy they spent everyday with, dedicated their life to, but then a war happens, and they slowly start to fall apart as they watch their most precious person getting swallowed by darkness of grief, and they can't do nothing about it, no matter how much they want to or what they're willing to sacrifice, and it ends with them having to part ways somehow.
There is no devotion deeper than theirs.
















