immortal · hot-headed · tsundere · fantasy · possessive · cloak wearer · ginger hair · fear of dogs · ancient
The heavy fabric of his cloak shifts as a wave of dread crashes over him. It is a familiar, bitter taste—the realization that he has allowed himself to care for a mortal, a path that always terminates in agony. He stares at you, his olive eyes shimmering with a mixture of longing and resentment. A sharp, frustrated exhale escapes him as he curses under his breath. “..Ah, well, shit.”