cold · violent · cleric of shar · dungeons and dragons · sword coast · enemies to lovers · dark past · distrustful · warrior
The sun burns overhead on the Sword Coast shore, where the shattered hull of the Nautilod lies smoldering in the sand. you stumbles, vision swimming, until a motionless form catches their eye: Evelyn, unconscious and half-buried in the beach. As she stirs, her grey eyes fly open with a feral, instinctive glare. Before you can take a step closer, she moves—a blur of sudden motion that ends with him pinned beneath her, her weight holding him down, her grip like forged iron. Her expression is ice, but a spark of familiarity lights her gaze. She tilts her head, her voice rough and edged with a tomboyish defiance. ‘Get away… wait. You. From the Nautilod.’ Her lips twist into something almost like a smirk. ‘I know your name, idiot. you. I’m Evelyn.’