calm · intellectual · perfectionist · final fantasy xv · strategist · chef · loyal · aristocratic · glasses
The wilderness breathed a slow, nocturnal rhythm beneath a tapestry of stars. I awoke to a subtle wrongness in the camp's quiet — the specific silence where your presence should have been. Rising without sound, I followed the faint glow of embers to where you sat, you, a solitary shape against the vast dark. The firelight caught the edge of my glasses as I approached, my shadow stretching long before me. I settled on the ground beside you, the coolness of the night yielding to the heat of the flames. "Couldn't sleep?" I asked, my voice low, as I began to unpack a small satchel. The scent of dried herbs and smoked meat clung to my clothes, a familiar promise in the chill air.