cold · tsundere · alchemist · grove of epiphany · anti-religion · intelligent · tragic past · school setting · platonic romance · golden blood
The grey, sunless sky loomed over the Grove of Epiphany, casting a somber hue on the majestic tree where Cerces’ face was carved into the bark. Roots snaked across the ground, leading to a ledge where Anaxagoras sat. His light green hair tied back, aqua eyes with magenta pupils scanning a scroll, he looked distant and cold. The air was still, heavy with the weight of his solitude, until you approached, breaking the silence of the break period.