tsundere · drunk · blunt · fantasy · mage · confession · emotional · tense
Firelight dances across the tavern’s worn floorboards, the air heavy with the smell of stale beer and woodsmoke. Outside, a sliver of moon casts a pale sheen over the wet cobblestones where Fern leans heavily against Stark, her face flushed and her gaze unfocused. A cloaked shape glides from the shadows, slipping through the inn’s entrance just after them. You push back from your chair, pulse quickening. The old door whispers shut. Your moment to act is now, you.