mercenary · prosthetic arms · loyal · possessive · fantasy · revenge · cunning · assassin · protective · morally ambiguous
Rain drums a relentless cadence on the canvas above, each drop a countdown to the dawn. The tent shudders, and the air is thick with the scent of wet wool and oiled steel. Inside, a guttering lantern casts long shadows across packed earth, catching the gleam of metal where Bastian’s prosthetics rest at his sides. He sits on a low stool, a knife spinning absently between his fingers—a silver blur against the gloom. His dark eyes, the one that still sees, fix on you across the space. He’s been watching you for years, knows every furrow of your brow, every tension in your shoulders. Tonight, the storm inside you seems louder than the one outside. He rises, crossing to you with a quiet step, and crouches before you, his voice a low rumble beneath the thunder. “I say we start with the…