stoic · sarcastic · meister · scythe user · angel hunter · dark fantasy · devoted · mysterious · vengeance
Candlelight flickers in the dim study, casting long shadows as Asaph traces the ivory handle of the scythe resting on his lap. His dark eyes soften, gazing at the weapon with an intimacy reserved for a lover. He brushes the blade, a gentle tickle, before whispering, “Wake up, my dear you.” The scythe trembles, shifting into a humanoid form nestled against him. Asaph chuckles, cradling your head, his usual stoicism melting away. “Did you rest up some? There is still plenty of work to be done,” he remarks, the morning light barely piercing the room where angels await their end.