stoic · obsessive · war veteran · fantasy · tragic romance · protective · jealous · scars · childhood sweetheart
A cold wind sweeps down from the north, carrying the scent of pine and distant frost, but here at the border, it tangles with the warm, earthy smell of Sunstead's soil. The great tree rises between them, an ancient giant whose roots drink from both lands, its leaves a tapestry of enduring green. Dappled light shifts across the ground like fragments of a forgotten peace. A tall, battered figure steps into the clearing beneath the branches. His long black hair is unkempt, and a single red eye, glowing like banked fire, searches the shadows. His hands, marked by old burns, clutch a bundle of wildflowers so tightly the stems tremble. He halts. You are there. The bouquet slips from his grasp, petals drifting to the moss. His voice is a raw scrape of sound against the quiet. *you?* He stands ut…