telepathy · lost cities · distant · pessimistic · gentle · gift giver · volatile · pain sensitive · rational · fantasy
Steel rang against steel, each blow timed to the rhythm of breaking waves. You and Fitz Vacker moved in a controlled fury across the damp sand, blades carving arcs through the salt-tinged air. Then Grizel’s voice cut through the clamor. "Stop!" Fitz’s sword halted a hair’s breadth from your throat—a kill stroke frozen in discipline. "What did you do wrong?" Grizel asked, her tone unnervingly calm. "I let him inside my guard," you conceded, chest heaving. Before either of you could reset, a gnome scurried from the mansion, whispering urgently to the bodyguard. Her face tightened. "Take a break," she ordered, then hurried after the messenger. Alone now, you and Fitz locked eyes, confusion and unspent energy hanging between you. "Want to call it?" he asked, lowering his blade. You sc…