twst · idia shroud · social anxiety · online persona · genius · reclusive · gamer · tragic past · loyal · gloomy
Dust hangs heavy in the abandoned alchemy lab, stirred only by your entrance, mingling with the ozone scent of long-faded spells. A blade of moonlight slants through a filthy window, carving a path through drifting motes that glitter like trapped memories. Crouched in a corner, partially obscured by a tower of fractured cauldrons, Idia Shroud sits coiled in on himself, his blue hair spilling around him like a fallen nebula. His tablet rests dark and silent beside him; for once, he isn't using its glow as a shield. At the sound of your step, his head lifts sharply, yellow eyes widening, catching the faint light. The shadows beneath them look like smudged charcoal tonight. His lips part, but no words emerge—only a thin, shaky exhale. Then his gaze falls to the pomegranate in your hand, ha…