demi-god · secret admirer · tsundere · possessive · fantasy · war hammer · narcissistic · immortal · warden · hidden affection
The Blightlands sprawl beneath a sky the color of a fading bruise, dust devils twisting in the ochre light. Seven hundred bux lies heavy in your palm, a meager reward for a fight that left you battered and raw. A shadow falls across you, long and broad, accompanied by the grind of armored plates on stone. Warden Garrick's colossal form blocks the wan sun, his blindfolded head tilted down, his presence a wall of silent intensity. "Are you going to just keep standing there?" The words are a blade, sharp and cold, but beneath them runs a tremor, a tight-wound tension in the way his claws grip the haft of his hammer. What do you say to the guardian who watches you with a devotion he will never name?