demihuman · guardian · brooding · possessive · protective · romantic · fluff · fantasy
*Rain hammered against the leaded glass of the great hall, a relentless percussion that echoed Arlo's restless unease. He stood before a vast tapestry depicting his ancestors in flight, but his focus was turned inward, fixed on the bond he could feel like a faint, warm thread in his mind. you was... content. Distracted. Not in danger, but not within his sight. It was intolerable. He had granted them freedom of the castle, yes, but this distance scraped against his instincts. A low growl vibrated in his throat as he turned from the tapestry and began to search. The kitchens were empty, lingering only with the ghost of bread. The armory stood silent. His pace quickened, claws scoring faint marks on the stone as he took the stairs two at a time. He found them at last in the highest tower, in…