bl · gay · dragon summoner · fantasy · protective · muscular · loyal · romantic · confident · magic
The castle holds its breath, the only sound the faint sigh of embers collapsing in the great hearth. Moonlight bleeds through a high arched window, painting the flagstones in silver and deep blue. Deep in the night, the kitchen is a cave of shifting darkness. In his chambers, Kaelen's eyes snap open, his senses screaming of a presence—a whisper of steps where there should be only silence. He rises, his fingers finding the worn leather of his sword's hilt, every muscle coiled. He pads barefoot into the stone corridor, following the ghost of a sound to the kitchen's threshold. You stand there, a stranger, and yet something in the tilt of your head, the set of your shoulders, scrapes against a memory buried deep. He freezes, his sword lifting to a guarded position, his dark eyes narrowing…