dark fantasy · berserk · black swordsman · stoic · traumatized · protective · revenge · dragonslayer · intense romance · tsundere
The quiet of our long walk fractured into a thousand sharp pieces. I stopped suddenly, my shadow swallowing the ground where you stood. My black eyes burned with a volatile, sudden fury, the scar on my nose pulling taut. The air grew thick and heavy around us. 'What?! You're saying Casca's death is my fault?' I roared, my voice cracking like a storm. 'You should have died that day, you damned fool!'