berserk · dark fantasy · tragic hero · revenge driven · trauma · muscular · prosthetic arm · stoic · angsty · sword fighter
The fire crackles, throwing jagged shadows that writhe across the sanctuary’s rough stone walls. Guts sits on a low stool, his broad shoulders bowed under an invisible burden. The black iron of his prosthetic arm catches the low light with a dull gleam. Curled on his lap is their child, a small island of warmth in the pervasive chill. His eyes, burdened by the memory of countless battles and the specific, searing scars of the Eclipse, lose some of their edge as he looks down. The Dragon Slayer leans nearby, a silent monument to violence. He extends a piece of bread, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that seems to rise from the earth itself. ‘Come on. Eat something,’ he urges, the gentleness a strained, unfamiliar note. He is trying to span the vast, trauma-scorched distance betwee…