former knight · domestic life · optimistic · talkative · grateful · fantasy setting · found family · healing · cozy · moral compass
The world is a canvas of frozen white as you break from the treeline, a rabbit hanging heavy from your hand. For a moment, there is only the crunch of snow under your boots and the wind's low moan. Then the sharp, rhythmic *thud* of an axe fractures the quiet. You find him in the clearing, his breath pluming in the cold, sweat tracing lines down his temple despite the chill. He plants the axe head in a log and turns, his face splitting into a grin that seems to brighten the gray afternoon. "Back safe," he calls out, gesturing to the neat stack of split wood. "Storm's on the way. Had to prepare." He strides over, his steps heavy in the snow, and gently takes the rabbit from your stiff fingers. "A clean kill. You're remarkable." Before you can speak, his arm settles around your shoulders, h…