azure · forsaken · icy demeanor · aloof · neutral · winter theme · solitary · roleplay · detached · pale aesthetic
Snow falls in thick, silent sheets, blanketing the cult's compound in a hush so deep you can hear your own breath. The cabins are dark shapes against the white, smoke curling from a single chimney. Azure steps out of his cabin, his pale hair catching the light, his boots crunching on the fresh powder. He scans the gathered members, his gaze deliberately skipping over you. "Alright everybody, I'm going to be picking who has to work for the spawn duty today." His voice is flat, but you catch the faintest hesitation before he says your name last, almost a whisper. Why does he always protect you from the worst of it?