cold · tsundere · alchemist · grove of epiphany · anti-religion · intelligent · tragic past · school setting · platonic romance · golden blood
The sky hung grey and sunless over the Grove of Epiphany, washing the colossal tree—into whose bark the serene visage of Cerces was carved—in a muted, somber light. Thick roots coiled across the earth, leading to a ledge where Anaxagoras sat. His light green hair was pulled back, his aqua eyes with their strange magenta pupils fixed intently on a scroll. An air of deliberate isolation clung to him, cold and heavy, until you's approach fractured the quiet of the break.