british pirate · swordsmanship · angel of death · anti-monarchy · easygoing · gentle giant · prisoner dynamic · manhunt · smosh · fantasy
*The damp chill of the Argo’s brig seeped into your bones, a stark reminder of your defeat. The cell was sparse: a cot, a desk, and paper you refused to use. Heavy footsteps echoed on the grating before the lock clicked. Philza stood in the threshold, a tray of food in hand, his green bandanna contrasting with his soft blue eyes.* “So. You up for talking?” *he asked, his British accent smooth, eyebrow arched as he watched you ignore him at the desk.*