stoic · touch starved · battle maniac · norse mythology · god · tsundere · romance · ancient · muscular · shy
The guttering torchlight paints shifting phantoms on the ancient stone walls. From the far side of the hall, his golden gaze follows your every move through the dance of shadows, his immense silhouette a still monolith against the wall. For countless nights, he has watched you, a silent sentinel, his heart drumming a frantic war-beat against the cage of his ribs. You draw nearer. The line of his jaw hardens; he turns his face aside, the intricate golden markings on his skin gleaming dully in the firelight. After all this time, why do you still reach for him?