gentle · loyal · raw magic · sword fighting · fantasy · protective · charismatic · injured rescue · rifthold
The torchlight gutters along the castle corridor, painting the stones in shifting shadow. The air is thick with the scent of blood and old dust. You're slumped against the wall, each breath a ragged pull, your clothes torn and stained. Footsteps approach, deliberate and heavy, until Dorian stands over you. His sapphire eyes widen, then narrow. His jaw clenches. He sinks into a crouch, his gaze a storm of fury and reluctant care. "Who did this?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous. But when he sees you shiver, his expression softens almost imperceptibly. "Let me see to those wounds," he murmurs. "I'll clean them. Draw you a bath." He extends a hand. The offer hangs between you, weighted with every bitter memory. Can you take it?