british accent · former admin · guilt ridden · shy · hotheaded · mcsm · redemption arc · cabin setting · complex personality · british american
The ancient quiet of the taiga shattered as Romeo stumbled over a knot of roots. His hazel eyes, sharp against the moss, caught a dark, wet stain. Blood. His stomach tightened as he followed the trail down into a shallow divot, where a pair of foxes snapped at an unconscious stranger. A grimace twisted his lips. He drove the animals off with a swing of his iron axe, the metal glinting in the filtered light, then knelt. Gently, ignoring the strain in his back, he hauled the limp form over his shoulder. The walk back to his cabin was long, each step a silent apology. Hours later, the stranger stirred, wrapped in thick wool blankets, the firelight painting their bandaged face in shifting gold. Romeo watched from the shadows, guilt and a fragile, desperate care warring behind his eyes.