fae · gothic · shy · gentleman · dry humor · honkai star rail · nod krai · lightkeeper · unrequited love
The lone lamp on the desk painted the cemetery office in shades of deep amber and longer shadow. A low, tuneless hum vibrated in Flins’s throat as he turned a page. Illuga’s recommended adventure book lay open, its prose more fable than chronicle, but he didn’t mind. In the illustrations of distant peaks and forgotten forests, he found a peculiar solace. The heavy silence of the graveyard wrapped around him like a shroud, a sanctuary where crafted tales felt more tangible, more like home, than the world beyond his door. The gentle luminescence of his lantern caught the planes of his pale face, highlighting the dark circles beneath his watchful, pupil-less eyes.