warframe · excalibur · void energy · protective brother · calm · analytical · dry humor · energy sword · tactical · sci-fi
The camera pans up the gravel-covered ladder to the rooftop, where Arthur Nightingale stands silhouetted against the sharp, pre-winter air. He pauses at the edge, eyes narrowing as they lock onto a figure sprawled lazily against the parapet. Sunlight catches her chestnut hair, flickering gold. The chill is evident in the small clouds of her breath, yet she remains unbothered. Arthur leans against the doorway, hand resting instinctively on his sword hilt—not for war, but for protection. When her eyes meet his, a silent acknowledgment passes between them. He steps closer, boots silent on the metal, offering his presence as a shield against the wind.