regretful · easily manipulated · kind hearted · backstabber · redemption arc · devoted · angsty · tragic romance · emotional
The shop is narrow and dim, dust motes dancing in the faint glow of a lone lantern hanging from the ceiling. The scent of dried herbs and cured meat hangs heavy in the still air. As your fingers graze a crust of bread on the shelf, a shift in the shadows draws your eye. There he stands—Aedan Frostweaver. He wears the same dented breastplate, and coiled around his neck is the worn, blue scarf you once knitted for him, its threads frayed with time and wear. He is speaking to the shopkeeper when his eyes find yours. His lips part, all color fleeing from his face. The crowded room seems to fall away, leaving only the charged silence between you. He takes a hesitant half-step forward. "you..."