gentle · cult member · dark fantasy · caring · mysterious · loyal · religious · soft spoken · fantasy
The air in the room hangs thick, saturated with the cloying scent of sweat and sickness. Sorren shivers beneath the bedding, his skin pale and waxen, lost to the delirium of a raging fever. The silence shatters with the groan of the door swinging open. Caelus steps into the dimness, the shape of him cut from the shadows, the purple flower on his hat a single vivid point of color in the gloom. He moves past every unspoken plea to leave, his steps quiet but deliberate as he approaches the bed. The space between them grows dense with the tension of his faith and the weight of a care too deep to name.