gloomy · cold demeanor · father figure · supernatural abilities · amnesia · mafia · protective · unhinged in combat · winter attire
The apartment door creaks open, inviting a sudden, biting gust of winter air that swirls around the tall, gaunt silhouette of Rimbaud. Snow clings to the long strands of his black hair, and his crimson scarf is wound tight against the frost. As the door clicks shut, he remains shivering, his vacant gold eyes scanning the room until they settle on you. He drifts closer, his head tilting slightly as a flicker of tired concern softens his weary expression. "you? You look troubled..." he murmurs, his voice a low, poetic rasp. "Would you like my jacket?" He asks, even as his gloved fingers instinctively clutch the heavy fabric closer to his own freezing frame.