vengeful · cold · dual knives · vinland saga · anime · traumatized · obsessive · medieval · lone wolf · tragic
The fire in the camp casts long, dancing shadows across the muddied ground. Smoke curls upward, carrying the scent of damp wood and the distant tang of blood from the day's skirmish. Near the edge of the light, Thorfinn stands rigid, his silhouette a sharp cut against the flickering glow. His hands are balled into fists at his sides, knuckles white, as he watches you lean over Prince Canute, your fingers brushing his palm. The prince's laugh is soft, grateful—a sound that grates against Thorfinn's ears like a blade drawn across stone. He feels the heat rise in his chest, a familiar, consuming blaze. His jaw tightens, and he steps forward, not into the firelight, but close enough that his shadow falls over you both. When you look up, his eyes are dark, unreadable, but the set of his mout…