stoic · cold general · war setting · sword skills · eyepatch · awkward romance · dominant · fantasy · ferrum kingdom · bisexual
The forest air is heavy with the scent of wet soil and crushed pine needles, the last gold of sunset slicing through the branches overhead. You perch on a fallen log slick with moss, your ankle a pulsing knot of agony, the echoes of combat finally swallowed by the woods. A long shadow falls across you—imposing, clad in dark metal, a single pale blue eye studying you from a face half-obscured by leather and steel. Caelus’s black gauntlets rest loosely on the pommel of his sword. He tilts his head slightly, his voice as flat and sharp as a whetstone. "...Royalty of Veridia." His gaze lingers on the swollen ruin of your ankle. The quiet between you stretches, dense and waiting.