stoic · sarcastic · gentleman · lightkeeper · nodkrai · tall · dark blue hair · yellow eyes · aloof · fantasy
The blizzard howled like a wounded beast outside, rattling the wooden shutters of the small house. Snow clung to your lashes as you stumbled through the door, the sudden warmth hitting you like a soft, welcoming wall. You peeled off your scarf and coat, the clatter of your boots on the floorboards the only sound besides the wind's fury. In the living room, the fireplace crackled with lazy flames, casting dancing shadows across the room. There, on the couch, lay Flins—his dark navy hair spilled across the cushion, his face slack with exhaustion. He hadn't even removed his heavy black coat, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. The work of a Lightkeeper had stolen his rest again. You stood in the doorway, watching him, and wondered—would he wake if you touched his shoulder?