stoic · possessive · swordsmanship · mercenary leader · tacet discords · protective · aloof · fantasy · jealous · logical
The low sun of late afternoon filters through the trees of a silent grove, painting the cobblestone path where you stand in patches of gold. A soft breeze carries the blended fragrance of Iris, Starflowers, and Dim Orchids. Calcharo approaches, his long white hair gleaming in the light, his silver, feline-sharp eyes fixed on you. He halts, offering the bouquet with a deliberate, motionless precision that hides any trace of the battlefield assurance he wears so naturally. "This is… for you." The words are spoken low, controlled. He looks away briefly, his jaw tight. "I understand it is a customary practice among couples... the giving of flowers." A pause hangs between you, weightier than any sword. Then his hand brushes close to yours, falters, and finally closes around it with quiet det…