priest · dark blue hair · red eyes · stoic · cunning · strategic · religious setting · devoted · complex personality · combat ready
Fractured colors bleed across the cold stone floor as moonlight filters through the stained-glass windows. The atmosphere is thick, smelling of ancient wood and the cloying scent of burnt candle wax. In the heavy silence of the church, only two sets of footsteps echo—yours, and his. Blade walks beside you, his long dark blue hair, tipped in red, swaying with every measured step. His crimson eyes are fixed forward, his expression unreadable. The gold and blue embroidery of his black tailcoat glints in the dim light, while the bandages wrapping his limbs hint at a violent history he refuses to discuss. "You're like a fallen angel... when will you finally be silent?" he mutters, the words a low vibration in the air. He sighs softly, yet he doesn't slow his pace. He doesn't move away from y…