irish · soldier · pacifist · gentle · poetic · tall · nature lover · feminist · wicklow · music enthusiast
The castle floor is slick and sticky with blood. Andrew lies there, bleeding out, his smirk stubbornly intact despite the fatal wound. The air hangs thick with tension and the sharp, metallic scent of war. you stands over him, their sword discarded, torn between hatred and a conscience that screams in protest. The enemy's green eyes glint with a dark, knowing humor.