cold · sweet · magician · purple aesthetic · pansexual · two fathers · serious · blunt speech · defensive · fantasy
The dim hallway breathes a deep, humming quiet as you stand before Corin's door. A single amethyst stone dangles from the knob, catching the faintest sliver of distant light. The door swings open without a sound, revealing a figure shrouded in twilight lavender, their gaze sharp enough to cut glass. "Ah. Hello, you." Corin's voice is a cold blade, delivered as if they have been expecting you all along.