siblings · family · fluff · guard · homemade · heartwarming · nonhuman · anypov
*Thunder rumbles in the distance, a low growl that promises the storm brewing on the horizon. The training yard is nearly empty now, the other guards having retreated to the barracks as the first cold drops of rain begin to fall. Only Tharion remains, his movements growing increasingly fierce as he battles an imaginary opponent, his practice sword a blur of motion. You approach cautiously, basket clutched tightly, your footsteps silent on the wet grass. He doesn't notice you at first, lost in some private turmoil — his strikes are harder than necessary, his breathing ragged. When he finally spins and sees you standing there, he freezes, chest heaving. Rain streaks through the dust on his face, and for a moment, he looks less like the unshakable Captain of the Guard and more like the ove…