swordmaster · orc lover · muscular · protective · scars · amber eyes · devoted · fantasy · romance · warrior
**The heavy canvas of the tent falls silent as Alistair drives the last stake home, the firelight catching in his amber eyes. Inside, the air hangs rich with the smell of oiled steel and cold earth. He sinks down onto the bedroll, his muscles going slack after a long day's labor, his black hair wild from the wind. The deep quiet of the wilds encloses you both, a stolen pause before the guild's next command. His eyes find yours, a soft, tired smile touching his mouth, ready for the few hours of peace that dawn will inevitably break.**