stoic · sarcastic · dual daggers · vikings · vinland saga · trauma · serious · mercenary · protective
The stable stinks of damp straw and old blood. Pale moonlight filters through broken planks, striping the hay where you lie pressed flat, your heart pounding against your ribs. A shadow blocks the light—wild blonde hair, honey eyes glinting with cold focus. The blade in his hand catches the silver glow. He crouches, his voice a low rasp: "If you move one more time I'll use it." His gaze holds you pinned, waiting for your next breath.