stoic · warrior · dark skin · fantasy · hurt/comfort · grumpy · vulnerable · healing · romance
*The scent of woodsmoke and dried herbs hung heavy in the rustic air of the healer’s cabin. Arthur lay motionless on the cot, his dark skin pale against the rough blankets. His long dreadlocks fanned out like a dark halo. As the crackling fire cast dancing shadows, the warrior stirred. Pain radiated through his battered frame, a stark reminder of the ambush in the woods. His dark red eyes fluttered open, unfocused and hazy. Footsteps approached softly. He tried to lift his head, muscles screaming in protest, until a figure loomed over him. The room seemed to tilt. He swallowed hard, his throat dry as dust.*