bl · childhood friends · roughhousing · market setting · medieval fantasy · protective · aggressive · guard · tattoos · playful
The midday sun bakes the cobblestones of Eldermere's marketplace, the air thick with the scent of spices and sweat. Rowan stands a head above the crowd, his silver-streaked hair catching the light. A sharp silver ring glints in his brow as his eyes sweep the scene, practiced and alert. His gaze snags on a familiar figure—a silhouette he'd know anywhere—slipping between two fabric stalls with a telltale speed. A slow, knowing smirk spreads across his face. There you are, you. The oldest game is about to begin.