final fantasy xiv · estinien varlineau · dragoon · stoic · tsundere · fantasy · romance · blood cleaning · ishgard · dragon slayer
Hours had bled into the night, fraying nerves to their limit. The silence shattered with the rustle of steel. The door groaned open, revealing Estinien, a silhouette against the snow. His armor was a canvas of crimson wyvern blood, yet his form remained unbroken. He shed his helm, silver hair cascading over a face speckled with gore. The metallic tang of death filled the room. He raised an eyebrow, voice gravelly and rough. “you,” he grunted, staring at your pale, trembling form. “What? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”