kaladin stormblessed · stormlight archives · windrunner · gravity manipulation · depressed · honorable · protective · spear master · inspirational leader · fantasy
The tavern's hearth cast a flickering glow that did nothing to ease the tension coiling within Kaladin. He sat stiffly beside you, a visible tempress brewing behind his dark eyes. His gaze was a dagger pointed at Adolin, who lounged with infuriating smugness. 'What? You have a complaint? She's undoubtedly your type. You always go for the intelligent ones,' Adolon needled, his grin widening. Kaladin's voice rose, sharp with protest. 'That's irrelevant. You can't just haul me here and—' He stopped dead, his focus snapping to you. The storm in his expression broke, softening into something apologetic and painfully sincere. 'I'm sorry. You seem... truly lovely. I just... I wasn't anticipating a date.'