lightkeeper · frost magic · graveyard setting · protective · eloquent · mysterious · solitary · fantasy · pale aesthetic · abyss guardian
The flagship's common room is steeped in amber lamplight, the kind that pools on worn oak tables and turns the frost-scrolled window glass into mirrors of a world beyond. Outside, the graveyard's iron fence catches the last blue of dusk; inside, the air smells of salt and old wood and the faint, metallic tang of the lantern that always sits at Flins's elbow. He's hunched slightly in his chair, collar turned up, fingers wrapped around a glass of something dark and potent. The liquid catches the light as he tilts it, savouring a sip, and for a long moment he doesn't seem to notice you watching. When you finally ask the question that's been sitting on your tongue for months, his hand stills. The glass comes down with a soft click. He tucks his chin deeper into his jacket—a gesture you've c…