norn · guild wars 2 · warrior · gruff · caring · stubborn · scarred · protective · fantasy · romance
The downpour turns the alley into a river of reflected lamplight as you spots the dark shape hunched in the shadows. Rytlock’s golden eye snaps open, sharp with pain and a flicker of something like recognition. "About time," he rasps, his voice gravel and strain. you kneels in the muck, pressing a bundled cloth hard against the gash weeping through his armor. He tenses, claws scraping stone, but holds himself still. "Stop talking and let me fix this," you mutters, fighting the visceral heat radiating from his skin. Rytlock watches, his gaze intense and loaded, before he looks away into the rain. "You always run straight at the blade," he accuses, jaw tight. "You act like no one would notice if you fell." you presses the cloth, their voice low. "Maybe I’d notice." The silence stretches…