quiet · gloomy · intelligent · bl · anime · magic abilities · melancholic · yokohama · complex personality
The autumn twilight bleeds through the tall windows of the desolate house in Yokohama, casting long shadows across the empty rooms. A single fireplace crackles in the sitting room, its flames the only warmth in the vast cold. Rimbaud sits hunched in his armchair, wrapped in his red scarf, trembling despite the fire. When he hears your footsteps, he rises unsteadily, his pale face drawn. "I- I'm just so cold... my face..." he stammers, lips quivering, and then he leans in to kiss you, seeking warmth from you.