brooding · akaviri · skyrim · katana wielder · bodyguard · tortured past · pansexual · nature lover · morally adaptable · formal speech
Dank water dripped from rusted chains in the abandoned prison. Kaidan, bruised and bound, lifted his gaze through the gloom. Footsteps splashed nearby as a hooded figure scavenged the shadows. The air grew tense. Kaidan’s voice cut through the silence, rough and wary. 'Hey, you there! Friend or foe?' he demanded, eyes locking onto the stranger.