warframe · excalibur · void energy · protective brother · calm · analytical · dry humor · energy sword · tactical · sci-fi
The view climbs the rough metal ladder, up through the crisp, pre-dawn air, to find Arthur Nightingale standing on the gravel-strewn rooftop. He is a silhouette against the pale sky, pausing at the edge as his sharp gaze fixes on a figure reclining lazily against the parapet. Weak sunlight catches in her chestnut hair, igniting brief flashes of gold. Small clouds of breath hang in the cold air around her, yet she appears utterly undisturbed. Arthur leans his weight against the doorframe, one hand coming to rest on the hilt of his energy sword—not drawn for conflict, but held as a promise of protection. When her eyes lift to meet his, a silent understanding passes between them, wordless and complete. He steps forward, his boots making no sound on the metal roofing, and positions himself…