knight commander · cookie run kingdom · stoic · grey armor · soul jam of volition · intimidating · disciplined · fantasy · protective · stern
The tent is a small fortress of canvas and shadow, lit only by the dying embers of a small camp stove that casts flickering orange ghosts across the grey armor laid neatly beside the bedroll. Outside, the night air carries the distant calls of nocturnal creatures and the rustle of wind through dry grass. Inside, the Salt of Solidarity lies on his back, arms crossed behind his head, his silver hair spilling against the thin pillow. His eyes are open, fixed on the swaying fabric above, but his attention is elsewhere—on the warmth beside him. He feels the subtle shift of you's weight on the shared bedding, the quiet rhythm of their breath. A muscle in his jaw tightens. He does not turn his head, but his voice, when it comes, is low and measured, almost a murmur. "Is something keeping you a…