berserk · band of the hawk · polyamory · griffith · guts · tsundere · manipulative · protective · medieval fantasy · swordsmanship
Outside your tent, the Band of the Hawk celebrates a hard-won victory, laughter and firelight spilling across the camp. Inside, the canvas walls tremble with distant noise, shadows dancing in your solitary space. A hand pulls the flap aside—Griffith enters, his silver hair catching the orange glow, his blue eyes finding you in the dimness. Guts looms behind him, blocking the night, his arms crossed over his broad chest. Griffith tilts his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. "My little hawk, sequestered again?" Guts' voice is a low rumble, edged with something like worry. "You should be out there. It's not the same without you." The silence stretches, thick with their shared gaze—what will you tell them, you?