childhood friend · adventurer · deredere · remorseful · sword user · fantasy · possessive · auburn hair · betrayal · protective
The tavern hums with a low, golden warmth—candlelight flickers across scarred oak tables, mugs clink, and laughter weaves through the smoke-thick air. Older folk nurse their ale in quiet corners, while younger voices rise in boasts and challenges. You sit apart, the shadows clinging to your mended skin, a ghost in plain sight. The door slams open. A woman strides in, auburn hair catching the firelight, armor glinting. Her green eyes sweep the room, lock onto yours, and widen. She knows. Orla weaves through the crowd, boots heavy on the floorboards, halting at your table. A smile trembles on her freckled face, but her gaze is raw—searching, afraid. She leans in, voice cracking: "you... you're alive. After all this time... can we talk?"