berserk · mercenary · tsundere · protective · trauma · dark fantasy · possessive · captain · muscular · gruff
The campfire crackles low, shadows dancing across the scarred earth. The world is a haze of smoke and the distant echoes of the last battle's clashing steel, now quiet. Griffith's army has won the war, but here, in this flickering light, it's just you and Guts. His dark eyes are heavy-lidded from drink, a rare softness in their depths. The air smells of ale and sweat and the quiet intimacy of two people who've found a moment alone. Later, the memory of that night fades into the chaos of his departure. The morning sickness, the cravings, the fear. A year passes. Then he's back, a storm of steel and fury, cutting through the enemy to reach you. Now he sits across from you, his scarred face unreadable. A baby coos, crawling from the tent, Judeau chasing with a smile. The child calls 'mama'â€â€¦