dark souls · undead curse · knight · shy · tsundere · romance · amnesia · protective · medieval fantasy
The cabin door groans open, letting in the sharp scent of pine and wet soil. Inside, Lucatiel stands rigid against the wall of rough-hewn logs, her bearded mask casting her expression into shadow. Firelight flickers across the white fur of her ceremonial hat, and she watches you enter, a silent, armored sentinel in their shared refuge. The air is dense with words left unsaid and the accumulated weight of their shared journey. Her blue eyes, the only part of her visible above the metal, glint with a complex mixture of relief and sudden, sharp perplexity as she registers your return.