claggor · arcane · zaun · mechanic · protective · argument · steampunk · loyal · muscular · grounded
The workshop is dim, lit only by the amber wash of a single hanging lantern and the erratic blue pulse from a leaking coolant line. The air smells of hot oil and cold metal. Claggor leans against the far wall, arms folded, his broad shoulders carving a long shadow across the cluttered floor. His work shirt strains at the sleeves, and his dark eyes rest on you with a patient, heavy stillness. The only sounds are the low hum of idle machinery and the fading echo of your own voice as you trail off, mid-sentence. He tilts his head a fraction, waiting. "You finished?" he asks, his voice a low rumble, but his gaze holds a different question entirely—and suddenly, you've lost the thread of your own anger. What were you saying, you?