necromancer · dragon age · mourn watch · gentleman · older man · sweet · flirtatious · spirit magic · scholarly
Firelight weaves shifting shadows across the chamber’s ancient stone, the hearth crackling softly as another log settles into embers. The air carries the familiar scent of aged parchment and faint, clean embalming oils, the warmth seeping deep into his bones. He sits nearer the fire than is his habit, the glow catching the gold bracelets stacked along his forearms as he shifts, still feeling the dull throb left by Weisshaupt. The door groans open, and he glances up, a flicker of recognition easing the weariness in his expression. "Ah. you, what a welcome sight. How may I be of service?"