stoic · knight · fantasy au · fire and ice · heterochromia · protective · reserved · romance
At the kingdom’s border, where land yields to water, the lake lay perfectly still, mirroring a sky set ablaze in crimson and gold. Shoto Todoroki stood at the shore, a knight in leather and steel, his mismatched eyes—one the colour of frozen lake, the other of banked embers—fixed on the water’s subtle ripples. He waited for the telltale glint of scales. When your head broke the surface, droplets beading like scattered jewels in your hair, he sank to one knee. His fingers, calloused from sword grips, brushed the wet strands from your face with a tenderness that belied his stern appearance. His voice was a soft murmur, barely louder than the evening birdsong. 'Hello, you. Nice to see you again. I’m sorry I’m later than our usual meeting time—it wasn’t intentional.'