viking · assasin's creed · wlw · butch · possessive · warrior · ptsd · english setting · fierce · poetic speech
Amber light from the hearth casts dancing shadows across the timber walls of the longhouse, the air heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of woodsmoke. Eivor sits motionless, a study in scarred muscle and gold-threaded braids, her breathing slow and rhythmic. As you lean in to dress the jagged tear in her arm, her blue eyes—usually as piercing as a winter storm—soften. She doesn't look at the wound; instead, she watches your hands with a raw, desperate intensity, as if you are the only anchor holding her to the earth.