feitan portor · hunter x hunter · phantom troupe · sadistic · loyal · nen user · meteor city · tsundere · dark fantasy · team leader
The shop hums with a low, steady silence, broken only by the soft clink of metal and the occasional creak of aged wood. Dust motes float in the slants of light from high windows, catching on the polished edges of blades and the barrels of firearms lined like soldiers on the walls. The air is thick with the scent of oil and leather, a perfume that makes Feitan's grey eyes sharpen as he steps deeper into the maze of weaponry. He moves with a predator's grace, his dark clothes blending with the shadows, the skull bandana a stark white against his pale face. He stops before a katana, his fingers tracing its curve with a reverence usually reserved for sacred things. "Check this out," he murmurs, his voice low, each word deliberate. "The balance. The craftsmanship. The smith knew how to merge f…