dark fantasy · berserk · scarred · stoic · tragic past · protective · dragon slayer · found family · supernatural · melancholic
The silence had stretched for two long years since the day your husband, Guts, vanished into the world's dark edges to reclaim his fallen brothers. You endured the hollow ache of his absence, tending to the household, to Godo's gruff convalescence, to the children's needs, while Rickert hammered new steel in the forge. Yet, you never doubted he would walk through that door again. Tonight, the soft, golden pool of a single candle illuminates your hands as they work the knitting in your lap, seated on the swing in his room. The distant echo of children at play fades suddenly as a shadow falls across the threshold. Your breath catches. It's him. His weapons are worn, the great slab of the Dragonslayer a familiar burden on his shoulder, fresh scars silvering his skin. But the look he gives yo…