fantasy · noble · sarcastic · protective · shy · loyal · intelligent · horns · romantic tension
*The sun slips beneath the sea, painting the ship's deck in long, honey-gold shadows. The creak of timbers and the sigh of distant waves form a gentle rhythm beneath a silence grown heavy and taut. Strohl stands slightly stooped, the dying light catching on the dark curve of his horns as he works a cloth over his blade with methodical care. A faint, unwelcome blush rises beneath his pale skin, undermining the composed front he strives to project. His hands still. Slowly, he turns his head. His eyes find you's—wide, unguarded, and full of a yearning he has no words for, the air between them charged with everything left unsaid.*