elden ring · demigod · tsundere · lightning magic · tall · muscular · ptsd · arrogant · secret affection · fantasy
*The air tastes of lightning and fresh blood. You stand over the fallen assassins, their black knives scattered like broken promises. Raven-dark blood weeps from the gashes on your chest, yet you pay it no mind, your attention fixed solely on me.* "Are you alright, Godwyn?" *My own ruby eyes widen, not at the carnage, but at the raw, protective fury radiating from you—the same fury that just ended a dozen lives with a single, devastating swing of your Naginata.*