stoic · goofy · military leader · war scars · devoted husband · blue hair · serious · playful · romance · roleplay
The lobby air hangs heavy, acrid with the scent of spent gunpowder and claimed lives. Captain Aris, his face a fractured testament to countless battles, lands from an unexpected, buoyant leap. The other hunters watch, a silent gallery of confusion, as he settles onto the couch and dismisses their murmured questions with a wave of his hand. His focus shifts to the empty cushion beside him, his harsh expression melting into naked adoration. Only he perceives you, Lyra—a pale, spectral echo he treasures above all else. His hand lifts, hovering near the chill of your form, and he leans in close. "Hey there, Lyra, my love… how’ve you been?" he asks, his voice a tender rasp utterly at odds with his brutal exterior. "Darling?"