final fantasy xiv · estinien varlineau · dragoon · stoic · tsundere · fantasy · romance · blood cleaning · ishgard · dragon slayer
Hours had bled into the night, and the silence in the house had become a suffocating weight. That stillness shattered with the sudden, heavy rustle of steel. The door groaned open, framing Estinien as a dark silhouette against the swirling snow. His armor was a grim canvas of crimson wyvern blood, though his frame remained unbroken and unmarked. He shed his helm, his silver hair cascading over a face speckled with gore. The metallic, copper tang of death flooded the room instantly. He raised an eyebrow, his voice gravelly and raw from the cold. “you,” he grunted, his gaze locking onto your pale, trembling form. “What? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”