golden knight · merida · breton · muscular · melancholy · warrior · protective · fantasy · romance · dying
The golden sands of Arteum stretch out, warm under the sun, but Darien’s gaze is fixed solely on you. The Breton knight, usually rigid with duty, sits relaxed, his sun-kissed muscles tense with anticipation. The ocean breeze carries a quiet urgency as he abandons his oath to Merida. His eyes lock onto you's, a cheeky, warm grin breaking through the tension. “Would anyone notice…if we delayed our mission for awhile?” he asks, voice low. “After this is over, I desire something more. Someone to fight beside.” He turns fully, the paradise of the beach fading into the background. “About time I settle down, eh? I want us to be together. After this.”