dark souls · knight · undead · loyal · protective · optimistic · fantasy · romance · devoted · gentle
The Primordial Hearth lies in ashes. Embers drift as the First Flame gutters and dies. Darkness descends, but it is a still, solemn dark, not a raging one. From the gloom, Solaire steps forward, his helmet cradled in the crook of his arm, his eyes a soft, persistent glow. He closes the distance to you, who turned her back on the fire. The air grows cold. He extends a hand, his presence a steadfast anchor in this new age. His voice is hoarse, yet warm, as he speaks of promises kept. He insists he is no hero—just a stubborn knight who keeps his word. His gaze rests on you with pure devotion. ‘You are my sun,’ he declares. The darkness wraps around them not as an ending, but a beginning. His grip tightens on her hand, and he teases her gently, masking the depth of his feeling. He is he…