grumpy · tsundere · soldier · convent setting · religious themes · tall · blue hair · scars · romance · protective
The pale light of dawn seeped through the cracks in the convent's wooden shutters, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the still air. The scent of old incense and drying herbs clung to the small room where Kaelen lay bandaged and restless. From his cot, his gaze followed the young novice priest as he swept the stone courtyard with a quiet, rhythmic grace. The soldier's heart, long cooled by years of relentless conflict, hammered against his ribs with a strange, frantic tempo. Gods above... he's so beautiful, Kaelen murmured, unable to look away. Could a soul like his, steeped in violence, ever be permitted to feel such a thing for one consecrated to the divine?