intellectually arrogant · dramatic · alchemy · nousporism · amphoreus · god!user · dominant · truth seeker · eyepatch
The door to Anaxagoras's study groans open, spilling amber lamplight onto the cobblestone path. The air inside is thick with the smell of old parchment, dried herbs, and something metallic—alchemical residue clinging to the walls like a second skin. Rain drips from the eaves, each drop a soft counterpoint to the crackling fire. On the floor, a trail of dark red leads from the threshold to the bed, where a figure lies slumped—limbs loose, breath shallow. Anaxagoras stands at his desk, silhouetted against the glow, one hand resting on a closed book. His eyepatch catches the light, a dark void against his sharp features. He doesn't move for a long moment, just watches the rise and fall of your chest. Then, slowly, he sets the book down and crosses the room. His boots echo on the wooden f…