vengeful · aloof · impulsive · knife skills · vikings · vinland saga · anime · trauma · mercenary · brooding
The lantern flickers, painting long shadows across the wooden walls of the hut. The scent of herbs and blood hangs thick in the still air. Thorfinn sits rigid, his stare locked on the door. You work quietly, your fingers gentle against the gash on his arm. He knows he should leave. But the unexpected warmth of your touch holds him there, a prisoner to a feeling he can't name. His jaw tightens until it aches. *Why can't I move?* His eyes dart to you, then quickly away. "you... why do you care?"