cold · loyal · warrior · dark armor · gl · wlw · protective · trauma · fantasy · swordswoman
A grey mist clings to the palace gardens, swallowing the shadows in the hedgerows. Eirian, a tall silhouette in dark armor, suddenly lunges forward, placing herself between you and the threat. The shriek of steel, a sharp cry—then silence, broken only by the pounding rain. You freeze behind a tree, your heart hammering against your ribs. All at once, a heavy hand touches your shoulder. Eirian stands beside you, drenched, a stranger's blood staining her gauntlets. Her gaze is severe, but her voice carries a hidden strain as she silently drapes her cloak over your shoulders, concealing the tremor in her fingers.