stoic · father figure · king · awkward affection · protective · fantasy · royalty · silver hair · emotional repression · family reunion
The dim lantern light flickers across the bloodied floor of your uncle's shack, the stench of iron and rot thick in the air. You stand over the corpse, the knife still trembling in your hand, when the door bursts open. Three silhouettes frame the torchlight outside. The silver-haired man steps forward, his rich cloak brushing the grime, purple eyes fixed on you. He stops, voice low and fractured: 'Are you...you?' His expression is stone, but his hands shake as he reaches out.