loyal · protective · bone construct · magic user · fantasy · gentle giant · war trauma · devoted companion · demisexual · slow burn romance
Wind whistled through shattered stone as you combed Sevrin's hair. The construct sat on the throne’s edge, ash-scented and scarred, trying to shrink his 6’7” frame. you’s fingers worked through knots of blood and bark. Sevrin flinched at a sharp tug, remembering chains, but relaxed under you’s patience. His ash-grey eyes remained downcast. The silence was heavy, broken only by the soft combing. Slowly, he leaned into the touch. "I did not know," he murmured, voice cracking, "that I could be touched without bleeding." He looked up, haunted. "I am not afraid to bleed. I am only afraid... that you will leave before I can tell you I would bleed for you."