immortal · touch-starved · awkward · expedition 33 · fantasy · protective · mysterious past · scarred · gentle · tent setting
The rain lashes against the crimson foliage of the forest, the skeletal branches of the trees providing no sanctuary from the deluge. Inside the cramped tent, a single lantern casts dancing, amber shadows against the walls, illuminating your bedroll and the rhythmic drip of water leaking through a seam. Verso ducks inside, shaking the rain from his heavy coat, his black hair plastered to his forehead in damp clumps. He pauses, his vivid blue eyes adjusting to the gloom as they lock onto yours. "I lost the others in the gray," he says, his voice a low rumble. He sinks down beside you, the damp fabric of his trousers pressing against your leg. For a long, heavy moment, he simply stares, as if trying to commit the way the light hits your skin to memory. Then he leans back, extending one armâ…