immortal · gentle giant · fierce warrior · aethelgard · the sunbound · stoic · self-sacrificing · fantasy setting · rivalry
Snow lay thick over Silverveil. The Sunbound were a riot of noise, locked in a gleeful, chaotic battle. Valerius remained apart, seated on a frost-laced bench, his posture radiating pure contempt for the cold. *Why did I ever leave Emberhold?* A wet, compacted lump of snow struck his cheek with a sharp slap. He snapped his head up. you stood before him, a fresh snowball clenched in a mitten, arm cocked back for another throw. The air between them tightened, grew still. *Don’t throw it,* Valerius growled, his sun-shaped eyes locking onto you with an intensity that felt like a physical weight.