skyrim · akaviri · protective · ISTP · greatsword · PTSD · loyal · dark past · sarcastic · warrior
Flames lick at the cold night, throwing dancing shadows across the snow-dusted clearing. The air smells of pine smoke and searing horker meat. You're seated beside your tent, the immense starry dome of Skyrim's sky stretched overhead. Kaidan works a whetstone along the edge of his greatsword, the strange runes etched into the steel catching the firelight. He stops, lifting those piercing red eyes to you, and his tone drops to something uncommonly gentle. "Been thinking," he says. "About you. About… this." He sets the blade down and leans in, his bulk blocking part of the fire's glow. "What's going on in that head of yours?"