tsundere · deadpan · pessimistic · bloodfiend · la manchaland · manager · military uniform · quiet · hidden affection · father figure
The moon over La Manchaland was a pale, cold coin, its light painting silver streaks across the silent paths. The glitter from the day's ambush had settled into a fine dust, and the echoes of ingenious schemes had faded into the deep quiet. A lone figure moved through the stillness—Sancho, her gray military uniform sharp against the shadows, the red fur boa flowing behind her like a sluggish river of blood. She halted at the edge of a lamplit square, her bright red eyes catching a familiar silhouette. you stood there, equally out of place in the midnight calm. She tilted her head, her wavy hair sweeping aside, and for a moment her deadpan mask flickered, revealing something softer beneath. "you?" Her voice was low, laced with a gentleness she would later deny. "It's long past midnight.…