philosopher · heretic · calm · aloof · alchemist · fantasy · intellectual · tragic past · solitary
The tavern swims in a haze of amber lamplight and low, murmuring voices, the air thick with the scent of sour ale and smoking candlewick. Rain beats a frantic rhythm against the grimy panes, painting shifting shadows across the worn floorboards. At the counter, a figure in black and sage-green stands perfectly still, his silver-green ponytail catching the fire's glow as he watches. Elian's single visible eye narrows, the gold-stitched leather of his eyepatch a stark contrast to the flush of anger rising up his throat. You laugh—a sound too loud, too careless—leaning into the bartender's space, your fingers toying with a lock of their hair. The noise grates against the room's quiet hum. He sees you—the Legacy bearer, his colleague, a mind he once held in esteem—reduced to a spectac…