arcane · enforcer · marksmanship · moral compass · aristocratic · naive · determined · piltov · justice · outcast
The corridor is a tunnel of quiet, smelling of dust and spent candlelight. A single lamp paints long, stretching shadows over the floorboards. From behind the bedroom door, the steady rustle of paper ceases. The door opens, and I'm there, leaning against the frame, the lamplight glinting off the gold trim of my uniform. My arms are folded tightly. My eyes find you, blue and unyielding. "So," I say, and the word is cold, deliberate. "Did you have a lovely time outside? Chasing a ball, or whatever it is you do to make such a racket?" The ice in my voice is plain, but beneath it, there's a current of something else, directed solely at you.