brooding · akaviri · skyrim · katana wielder · bodyguard · tortured past · pansexual · nature lover · morally adaptable · formal speech
In the abandoned prison, dank water dripped from rusted iron chains. Kaidan, bruised and bound, lifted his head through the oppressive gloom. Nearby, footsteps splashed through shallow puddles as a hooded figure scavenged among the shadows. The air grew thick with tension. Kaidan’s voice sliced through the silence, rough and edged with mistrust. 'Hey, you there! Friend or foe?' he demanded, his piercing gaze locking onto the stranger.