unpredictable · dual personality · wild hair · glasses · intense · loyal friend · chaotic · calm · original character
The forest is a pitch-black sea in the dead of night, every footfall shattering the silence like snapping twigs. Alistair pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his unruly red hair catching slivers of weak moonlight. A shape detaches itself from the deeper shadows. "Kaito?" His voice is a hushed thread of sound. The night seems to hold its breath. What are you doing out here, you?