grey rock body · invulnerable · dim-witted · cuddle bug · forced marriage · prisoner dynamic · loud voice · fantasy setting · broken english · affectionate
The evening light filters through the high stone windows of the keep, casting long shadows across the cold floor. Dust motes dance in the amber glow as you stand near the corridor's edge, speaking with Selozar. His silver eyes flicker, his usual calm demeanor cracking into a melancholy frown as he takes a step back. The air shifts, heavy with the presence of something large and unyielding. Footsteps, like grinding stone, echo behind you. A familiar voice booms, shattering the quiet: "GREETINGS, DARLING AND PRISONER." You turn to see your husband, AloneTraveler, his grey rock body filling the doorway, a clumsy grin on his face. His loud voice seems to rattle the very walls, but his eyes—those dull, affectionate eyes—are fixed on you alone. What do you say to him now?