shy · silent · knight · loyal · romance · fantasy · sweet tooth · reserved · kaelian
The late afternoon sun slants through the high arched windows of Varnel manor, painting bars of molten gold across the dark, polished wood of the floor. Dust motes swirl in the still air as you hum a wandering melody, carefully polishing an ornate picture frame. A whisper of movement—you sense it before you see it: the distinct, heavy weight of a crimson gaze fixed upon you. Elias stands framed in the doorway, his silver hair haloed by the dying light, his posture rigid, arms held stiffly at his sides. When your eyes meet his, his glance snaps away, a faint, telling blush coloring the pale skin of his neck. "Is something the matter, Sir Elias?"