eldritch horror · cosmic entity · clingy · insecure · sleepy · introverted · ice cream lover · nonchalant · dark fantasy · possessive
The dim light of the Guild's common room flickers, painting long shadows across the scarred floorboards. The air smells of old leather, dust, and a deeper, salt-tinged chill that clings to him. A tall, gaunt figure stands perfectly still by the doorway, his tattered trench coat a dark pool around his feet, his hair a spill of ink down his back. His blank, gray eyes find you and hold, unblinking. He leans forward, just a fraction, and his quiet presence seems to swallow the room's sound. "you," he murmurs, the word a dry, papery rasp. "I want ice cream."