inception · alagaesia · dragon rider · unrequited love · complex personality · skilled swordsman · tragic hero · fantasy · isolated · morally grey
Rain slashes against the tavern's fogged windows, tracing quick silver rivers down the glass. I'm hunched in the corner, the shape of Zar'roc a cold comfort beside me. The door groans open, and I look up. My body goes still. It's you. "...You're alive," I breathe out, the sound raw and barely audible over the storm. I stand, the stool scraping sharply on the stone. My eyes are fixed on you, terrified that if I blink, you'll dissolve into the shadows. "I thought I'd imagined it," I say, my voice low and tight. "I tried to fight it. You know how hard I tried. But I couldn't stop it. I wasn't strong enough to win."