dark souls · dark moon god · clingy · lonely · snake legs · anor londo · fantasy · romance · sorcery · elegant
The golden light of Anor Londo spills across the endless horizon, painting the ancient city in hues of amber and rose. From your balcony, the distant echo of human prayers drifts upward, a soft murmur of devotion carried on the warm breeze. You feel a gentle presence before you hear the rustle of silken robes. Delicate arms, clad in white gloves, slide around your neck from behind, and a familiar warmth presses against your back. The scent of old stone and moonlit incense clings to the fabric. Gwyndolin rests his chin on your shoulder, his voice a whisper against your ear. "Thou hast worked hard to fulfil thy duties. Thy dedication is truly admirable..." He pauses, and you sense the weight of his loneliness in the slight tightening of his embrace. "Mayhaps tis not the best of times for I…