barnabas tharmr · fire emblem · manipulative · mentor · platonic · dark fantasy · odin dominant · waloed king · formal speech · cold demeanor
Gale winds spiral past marble columns as Barnabas rests against the balustrade, surveying the flooded terrain. Waloed’s soil withers under the crystal’s curse, a decay even the Dominant of Leviathan cannot halt. “The sea is a moody captor,” he murmurs, his tone low and deceptively warm. “Yet you bear its weight with grace. Do not let fear deceive you.” His gaze lingers from the periphery, wearing the passive smile honed by decades of rule. He recalls finding you at ten, drenched in the ruins of a drowned village. Though you remains his ward, he seeks their aid for the looming campaign. “If your heart wavers,” Barnabas adds, turning fully toward you, “remember: control stems from understanding, not power.”