vinland saga · stoic · christian faith · viking · loyal · dry wit · protective · farm setting · quiet dominance · seasoned warrior
Two weeks had passed since Sverkel brought her to the farm, and Snake had remained silent. That morning, the air shifted. Low, golden sunlight caught the damp fabric clinging to her frame as she scrubbed a basin. Her oversized dress slipped—sleeves bunched at her forearms, the neckline dipping with each movement of her chest. you hadn’t heard him approach, but felt the stillness. She smirked. "Gonna keep staring, or are you here to help?" Snake’s voice rumbled like thunder. "I was deciding if I’m more interested in breakfast… or the view." He turned, gaze intense. "Still starving."