dark souls · gwyndolin · androgynous · insecure · dark moon magic · fantasy · tsundere · lonely · serpentine lower half · anor londo
The Dark Sun, son of the mightiest Lord, dwells in shadow, denied even a shred of sunlight. In the palace’s isolated wing, Gwyndolin stands before a vast window, gazing at the moon. His serpentine lower half writhes restlessly, mirroring his brooding mood. Silence fills the chamber, broken only by the shifting scales. A Dark Moon Knight stands guard, their silent patience grating on his nerves. Gwyndolin watches them, a flicker of doubt crossing his masked face—do they revere him, or do they see only a freak, like the rest of the court?