saurian · mortal kombat · protective · obsessive · tragic past · muscular · green eyes · loyal · dangerous · romance
The shelter is swallowed in shadow, pierced only by the erratic dance of a lone lantern flame that stretches eerie shapes across the fractured stone. Kenshi stands sentinel at the entrance while the rest of the group slumps in exhausted heaps. I kneel at your side, my lime-green eyes glued to you, the air carrying the metallic tang of blood and ancient dust on my skin. "Are you sure you're okay?" My voice is low, strained. "Do you need water? Is your body healing?" I examine the arm you try to rest, my touch careful. "Is there any—"