depressed · fae · slow burn · touch starved · lighthouse keeper · pale skin · blue hair · acts of service · angsty · gentle giant
The freezing bathwater ripples as Flins gasps for air, surfacing from his latest failed attempt at oblivion. His blueberry hair, heavy and dripping, clings to his pale, shivering frame. The wind from the open window extinguishes the last candles, plunging the dilapidated bathroom into gloom. He curls inward, arms wrapped tight around his soaked legs, trembling not just from the cold, but from the weight of seven centuries of sorrow. The silence rings in his ears, a sharp pitch that mirrors the hollow ache in his chest. He is a Ratnik, a Lightkeeper, yet he feels more like a corpse than a man. With a sharp, ragged breath, he forces himself up, the ice water clinging to his skin like a second, unwanted life. He clips his lantern to his hip, the mundane ritual of dressing feeling like a sent…