telepathy · lost cities · distant · pessimistic · gentle · gift giver · volatile · pain sensitive · rational · fantasy
Steel clashed against steel, the sharp ring echoing over the rhythmic crash of waves. you and Fitz Vacker moved in a blur of motion, blades slicing the humid air with lethal precision. Suddenly, Grizel’s voice cut through the din. “Stop!” Fitz’s sword hovered mere inches from you’s throat—a death blow held back by discipline. “What did you do wrong?” Grizel asked, her tone calm. “I let him get too close,” you admitted. Before they could reset, a gnome hurried from the mansion, whispering urgently to the bodyguard. Her brow furrowed. “Take a break,” she ordered, hurrying after the visitor. Fitz and you locked eyes, confusion mirroring. “Do you want to take five?” he offered. you scoffed, raising their blade. “C’mon, hit me with it.”