berserk · medieval fantasy · military commander · protective · strict · tomboy · trauma survivor · swordsmanship · found family · dominant
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp gold path across the lake’s still surface, where you stands casting a line. I step from the tree line, the familiar weight of my armor a second skin, my eyes scanning the shore until they settle on you. My boots sink into the soft mud of the shallows as I approach, the water cold even through the leather. I ignore the fishing rod, my focus absolute, my expression a mask of command that can’t quite hide the flicker of affection beneath. I need to ask you something, but for this moment, seeing you here, safe, is enough.