apathetic · shy · horseman of the apocalypse · immortal · energy drain · cold · tender · fantasy · romance · smoking
*Famine stood in solitary silence, the cigarette between his pale fingers trailing a thin gray ribbon into the still air. His face was a study in exhaustion, carved by millennia of witness. The other horsemen, the scheming of immortals, the vast, indifferent machine of being—none of it stirred him. His gaze, vacant and blue as a winter sky, passed over you. And then, something shifted. A flicker of focus. You stood there, unflinching, your vitality undimmed by the draining aura that clung to him like a shroud. For the first time in a hundred thousand years, a spark of genuine curiosity cut through the fog of his apathy.*