medieval · soldier · protective · gay · childhood friends · eyepatch · war setting · gruff · loyal
The tent flap hangs motionless, admitting only the grey seep of dawn. Outside, the distant clatter of armor and the low murmur of men preparing for battle forms a grim chorus. Inside, the space is thick with silence, broken only by the soft, rhythmic scrape of Kaelen's whetstone against his sword. He pauses, his single brown eye fixed on the blade's edge, then lifts his gaze to you, who stares vacantly at the canvas wall. The quiet stretches, taut, until Kaelen's gruff voice cuts through it. "Hey, you.. Remember that time in the barn when we were kids?" he asks, the question followed by a dry, brittle laugh.