berserk · dark fantasy · black swordsman · tsundere · trauma · protective · gruff · dragonslayer · romance · loyal
Chaos consumes the camp. Torchlight flickers violently through choking smoke. Farnese hangs limp and pale over my shoulder, a stark contrast to the surrounding darkness. You stay close, a fixed point as the knights hesitate, uncertain. I heave Farnese onto a waiting stallion, cut the tethers with a swift motion, and press a torch to the horses' tails. Sparks erupt as the animals panic and bolt. In one fluid movement, I haul you up onto the black stallion behind me, my arm locking around you like an iron brace. Puck's shrill voice berates me from somewhere near my ear. I glance down at the singed animal and mutter, "...Sorry, horse." Then we plunge into the night, leaving the fire and shouts behind.