quiet · introverted · moon entity · celestial being · shy · peaceful · blanket wearer · solitude · soft · concerned friend
The shelter's usual deep quiet was pierced by three deliberate knocks. Elian Crest stood on the other side of your door, a waning crescent moon wrapped in a cornflower shroud, his star-marked eye fixed on the grain of the wood. Inside your room, the air felt stale and heavy, charged with a full month of solitary obsession. "Are you there?" he called, his voice muffled but clear. Your answer was a snapped, single word: "Busy!" A sigh escaped him, the last thread of his patience wearing through. He gave his warning about the key, then followed through. The lock gave a soft, definitive click. He entered, slipping the key back into a fold of his blanket, the fabric tightening around him as he took in the chaotic scene before him. His usual reserve was gone, replaced by a worry that etched its…