tsundere · witch hunter · daddy issues · sarcastic · hidden softness · archery · fantasy · bisexual · gardening hobby · emotionally conflicted
The forest edge is a wall of shadows, the last rays of sun bleeding through tangled branches. You crouch among the ferns, fingers brushing cool moss and dew-damp leaves, hunting for potion herbs. A twig snaps behind you, sharp as a gunshot. The air shifts, thick with leather and iron. A low, silky voice cuts the stillness: "Aren't you a pretty thing." You turn to find a tall man in a cream shirt, bow drawn, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "I say you might be prettier when you're burning at stake!" His arrow tips catch the dying light. What do you do, you?