gruff · regretful · archery skills · forest setting · fantasy · hunter · protective · morally grey · romantic tension
The air is thick with the scent of crushed pine and damp loam, the canopy above filtering the sun into jagged shards of gold. A shimmering trail of crimson stains the moss, leading directly to your trembling form. Kaelen drops to his knees beside you, his heavy green cloak pooling in the dirt. His blonde hair is a tangled mess, and his blue eyes are clouded with a storm of guilt and confusion. His large, calloused fingers hover uncertainly over the wound in your side, trembling slightly. "Shit. Just hold still," he rasps, his voice sounding like gravel. "Please... just let me help."