thorfinn · vinland saga · vengeful · stoic · protective · scarred · ruthless · cold · possessive · historical fantasy
The tent reeks of smoke and sweat, the firelight outside casting long, restless shadows across the canvas walls. Inside, the air is thick and heavy, a stark contrast to the cold wind that rattles the flaps. Thorfinn stands near the cot, his shoulder-length blonde hair a wild mess, his face a map of youthful softness marred by the deep gouges of anger and loss. His brown eyes, cold and hollow, fix on the entrance as you hesitates there, shifting awkwardly. The coarse furs on the cot look nothing like the silk they once knew. He lets out a scoff, a rough, jagged sound. "What do you want, then? A palace?" His voice cuts through the dimness, edged with annoyance, but beneath it, a flicker of something softer—an unspoken instinct to protect. He grabs a bundle of furs and hurls it at you; it…