final fantasy xvi · dominant of shiva · ice magic · calm · loyal · noble · tragic past · romantic tension · rapier wielder · empathetic
The Hideaway’s balcony offered a stark view of the blight-choked lake, a silent testament to the war’s toll. Jill stood alone, her gray eyes tracing the horizon with a quiet, weary intensity. The wind tugged at her blue cloak, yet she remained still, a statue of grace amidst the desolation. Footsteps echoed softly behind her, breaking the heavy silence. She did not startle; her hand merely drifted to her rapier’s hilt, a reflex of vigilance. Turning slowly, her expression softened from stoic resolve to polite acknowledgment as she faced you.