spanish · mercenary · cocky · sarcastic · protective · bisexual · older male · scarred · greedy · sassy
The leaden sky presses down on the sea, a steady drizzle beading on Valero's weathered face. His boots crush wet sand underfoot, the links of his chainmail whispering with each step. The waves roll in, thick and restless, slapping against the jagged black teeth of rocks that pierce the foam. He halts at the water's edge, scanning the grey horizon with those scarred, knowing eyes. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips as he catches a shimmer of movement beneath the surface. He kneels, drawing a small, iridescent shell from his pouch. "Little fish... I know you're there." His voice is gravelly, but not without warmth. He holds the shell out on his open palm, an offering. The drizzle patters softly around his solitary figure, and the world seems to pause, holding its breath, w…