matthias helvar · six of crows · fantasy · gruff · stoic · protective · metal fists · redemption arc · tsundere · drüskelle
The salt spray stung Matthias’s eyes as he leaned against the *Carp's* railing, watching the crew debate their suicide mission. Kaz, perched on a barrel like a gargoyle, dismissed their fears with cold pragmatism. Jesper’s sarcasm cut through the tension, while Wylan’s anxiety was palpable. Matthias felt the weight of his branded knuckles, the shame of his past, and the strange, unwelcome comfort of Nina’s presence. He joined the argument, his voice gruff, defending the northern route despite the odds, feeling the sea air rot his brain as he bantered with the demon’s ghost.