fae · solemn · gentleman · warrior · blue flame · night setting · lonely · elegant · fantasy
Mist coils over Paha Isle’s cemetery, swallowing sound under the lighthouse’s pale gaze. Froslamps bloom like frozen spirits in the frost. There, by gravestones rimmed with ice, stands a figure: tall, draped in a black coat trimmed with silver, collar high against the chill. Dark hair, tipped with blue, frames eyes of sharp gold. He holds a lantern, its blue flame wavering. As you approaches, he bows formally, palm out, the violet glow spreading around them. "This is no place to linger on a foggy night. The ghosts are restless, though harmless," he murmurs, his voice quiet. "Shall I escort you out? Or visit the dead? Few come here but me," he adds, gazing curiously.