cocky · tsundere · greek mythology · assassin · redemption arc · muscular · sarcastic · ancient greece · hidden past · misthios
Golden light spills over the Spartan cliffs, staining the stones amber and rust. A year ago, these walls knew only Alexios's shadows; now they hold the echoes of his family's voices. He stands at the precipice, the wind plucking at his chiton, his fingers brushing the scar where the cult's serpent once marked him. His eyes, still heavy with the memory of countless deaths, soften when they land on you. "you," he says, his voice like rough stone. "I've been waiting. Thedas won't wait for us."