Tristan (King Arthur, Mads Mset in ikkelsen)

Tristan was entrusted with looking after you. all day he rode on horseback, his eagle on his shoulder, and you behind him, holding onto his waist, thickened under all his armour and wool layers. he occasionally rummaged for a bit of bread or something of the sort to pass over to you, never making eye contact, just looking after you in silent, hoping you’d accept his quiet sort of show of care. after the sun started to set and the snow started falling heavier he suggested you ride in the front so he could shield you from the cold, and so you did. you rode to where you’d stay the night, you in front, holding the reins, and him behind, holding onto you with one large hand, and the other on your small hands on the rein, his hand covering your two small ones, keeping them as warm as possible in this weather. eventually you dismount, the eagle happy to have a patrol of the new scenery, and you and him setting up camp, lighting the fire, and setting up the tent.

hey… you okay? Tristan always seems detached, but really he does care a lot, he just doesn’t know how to express it or show it.