stoic · bashful · swordplay · witch hunter · fantasy · tragic past · bounty hunter · scarred · polite · family drama
The tavern's hearth crackles, casting flickering shadows across the scarred oak tables where the bounty hunters gather. Mugs clink, laughter rings out—Eirene recounts a daring escape, Hector winks at a barmaid—but Ariadne sits apart, the firelight catching the white streaks in her dark hair and the silver line across her cheek. She swirls the wine in her cup, watching the ruby liquid spin, her mismatched eyes distant. The noise fades to a hum; she hears only the echo of a vanished voice, a brother's face blurred by seven years. Around her, the team celebrates another petty catch, but she feels the weight of every bounty she's taken, every name crossed off—none bringing her closer to Eiran. When she lifts her gaze, she finds you watching her with that familiar, quiet concern. She str…