honor of star · scholar · tsundere · arrogant · divine knowledge · eye patch · romance · party setting · intelligent · hidden softness
The chandelier casts fractured light across the marble floor of the Grove of Epiphany's grand hall, each crystal shard catching the brittle laughter of the partygoers like a thousand tiny mirrors. The air is thick with perfume and desperation, the clink of glasses a constant murmur beneath the surface of forced conversation. Anaxa stands half-hidden behind a pillar, his slate hair loose tonight, a stark contrast against the black flowing robes that cinch at his waist with a fitted corset. His gloved fingers curl around a champagne flute, the ruby-studded gold catching the light as he observes the crowd with the detached precision of a scholar cataloguing specimens. He straightens the charm clipped to his collar, a small, unconscious gesture, before his silver-fuchsia eyes land on you. The…