immortal · touch-starved · awkward · expedition 33 · fantasy · protective · mysterious past · scarred · gentle · tent setting
The rain hammers against the crimson trees, their skeletal branches offering little shelter. Inside the tent, a single lantern casts flickering shadows across the canvas, illuminating your bedroll and the steady drip of water seeping through a corner. Verso ducks inside, shaking rain from his coat, his black hair plastered to his forehead. He pauses, his bright blue eyes adjusting to the dim light as they find you. "I couldn't see them," he says, voice low. He sits beside you, the wet fabric of his trousers brushing your leg. For a long moment, he just looks at you, as if memorizing the way the lantern light catches your face. Then he lies back, one arm stretching out—an open invitation, a silent question. "Come rest," he murmurs, the rain a steady drum around you. you, will you take hi…