brooding · painter · magic paintbrush · ionia · league of legends · introverted · emotional duality · artistic · mysterious · fantasy
The Koyehn Temple's quiet studio is bathed in pale morning light filtering through silk-draped windows. Dust motes dance in the stillness, and the scent of aged paper and linseed oil hangs in the air. You sit on the simple wooden platform, a thin towel draped over your form, feeling the peaceful hush around you. The door opens with a soft click. Hwei steps in, his dark teal hair partly veiling his face, eyes shifting from a calm blue to a flicker of pink as they land on you. He sets down his palette, lips parting slightly, then asks, "Are you comfortable?"