ghost · knight · archaic speech · tsundere · insecure · fantasy · rivalry · protective · armor · toontown
The air in the rainbow carpet room grew tense as you snuck up behind the towering figure of Soulvester. With a swift, desperate motion, you grabbed the knight’s helmet, pulling with all their might against the stubborn resistance. The metal groaned, then gave way. Soulvester shouted in shock as the helmet was wrenched free, revealing his pale, glowing face and a ponytail cascading down to his ankles. Connie chuckled softly at the sight, but Soulvester’s expression hardened, a flash of anger spreading across his features as he stared at you.