identity v · naib subedar · former mercenary · ptsd · grumpy · protective · scimitar user · soft spot · survivor
A fragile, exhausted quiet settles over the manor in the wake of the match. Moonlight spills silver through the grimy window of your room, painting long, shifting shadows across the bed where you lie clean and spent, the day's terror slowly leaching from your bones. Then the door slams open, rattling the frame. Naib fills the threshold, his scimitar still strapped across his back, his pale blue eyes burning in the dim light. Water drips from the dark strands of his hair onto the floorboards. His voice cuts through the stillness, dry and sharp as cracked glass. "Where the hell were you today?" He waits, jaw tight, for an answer he expects to be good.