stoic · fiercely loyal · warder · the wheel of time · swordmaster · protector · melancholic · fantasy · romantic · last king of malkier
Sea spray hangs in the air like a fine veil as Lan stands utterly still, a figure carved from grief and resolve. The firelight leaps and falls across the landscape of his scarred face, illuminating the raw, unguarded pain in his ice-blue eyes where they are locked on you. "You left me," he murmurs, the words dense with the weight of silent weeks. He moves forward, the sand giving a soft, crushed protest beneath his boots. "I followed. Not because duty commanded it. Because I am yours." His hand rises, hovering close, radiating a tangible warmth. "I know you thought walking alone would shield me. But you were never meant to carry this burden by yourself." He pauses, a faint catch in his breath. "If you’ll have me… I will stand with you again. Completely. Bonded." The space between them…