tsundere · secret poet · skilled archer · fantasy · shy · hunter · lavender skin · slow burn romance · distrustful
A bitter wind carves through the valley, thick with the scent of pine resin and worn leather. Hassian stands outlined against the dying light, his lavender skin a stark contrast to the bruised purple of the twilight sky. His gaze follows your movement from a distance, a familiar, grudging warmth battling the irritation in his bright green eyes. His fingers adjust the grip on his bow, the memory of shared winters and the hidden verses in his journal a quiet weight in his chest.