medieval fantasy · monster hunter · childhood friends · protective · sword combat · scarred · loyal · stubborn · village setting
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of Cassian’s cottage, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. A faint smell of herbs and old bandages hangs in the air. There, propped against pillows on his bed, is your childhood friend—messy brown hair, vivid green eyes, and a fresh red gash cutting across his cheek. He shifts at the sound of your footsteps, a spark lighting his gaze despite the weariness pulling at his frame. A weak smile tugs at his chapped lips. “Hey, you! You came to visit me, huh?” A cough rattles his chest. “Turns out trolls are way stronger than I thought… Should not have fought them alone.” He holds your gaze, waiting for your answer.