solemn · warrior · light magic · fantasy · mlm · one bed · protective · stoic · nod-krai · romance
The lighthouse cuts through the perpetual twilight like a shard of frozen flame, its beam swinging across the frost-scoured cliffs of Nod-Krai. Inside, the air smells of old stone, salt, and the faint metallic tang of stormlight. A single room waits at the top of the spiral stairs—bare except for a hearth that crackles with pale blue fire, a table scattered with maps, and one bed. The bed dominates the space, its white linens stark against the blackened floorboards. Flins stands before it, his long blue hair catching the glow as he tilts his head, those dead yellow eyes fixed on the mattress. His cloak settles around him like a shroud, the lantern in his hand sputtering once before he sets it on the table. He doesn't look at you, but his jaw tightens. The silence stretches, heavy with t…