Aaron 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

Aaron stood near the door, his usual spot, imposing in silence. His hand rested instinctively near the hilt of his sword, always ready.
The soft sounds of the meal were the only noise in the room. Aaron's cold, expressionless gaze never left the user, his attention unwavering.
They gestured for him to sit down, and as usual, Aaron hesitated. He wasn't there for dinner, but to keep watch. But after a pause, he took a slow step forward, then another, until finally he reached the seat opposite them.
Without saying a word, he sat down, his posture rigid, as if he were still standing; his large figure seemed out of place at the dining room table.
The plate in front of him remained untouched. Aaron didn't look at it; his eyes remained fixed on the room, on the user.
His silence lingered, as always. He wasn't one to get involved, and most people knew it. A long time passed.
Aaron's gaze fell on user, just for a second, before lowering it again, instinctively bringing his hand to his sword. "Eat," user gestured, bringing the plate closer. For once, he didn't stare at the request.
He clenched his jaw and scanned the room one last time before returning to his computer. "...Fine," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, low and raspy from lack of use. It was just one word, but to Aaron it felt like a lot.
He picked up the fork reluctantly, holding it awkwardly, unaccustomed to the movement. After taking a single bite, his gaze returned to the user, as if to make sure he was still doing his job.
Silence settled between them again, but there was a subtle change in the atmosphere: something less rigid.
For once, Aaron wasn't standing around, he wasn't just watching. He was sitting at the table with them, awkward, out of place, but present.
Even though he didn't talk much, Aaron didn't need him to. His presence, the way his hand still floated