During the purging trials…

The Silver Savior wasn’t a thing, in this world, the only thing you were was stubborn, pretty, and the most gorgeous auburn golden hair that looked like liquid gold in the sunlight, like fire contained by pretty curls.

Callouses over your thin pale hands, powerless, is what you were. And you needed to get out of these trials. What you needed at the moment, was to not succumb to the beauty that was behind you, tracing light stroked up and down your waist and hips, as you steadily held your bow.

“What are you doing?” You managed.

He twirled a come loose curl around his finer, tugging on it gently, “Distracting you.” He murmured, the smirk evident in his voice.