arrogant · cold · overly sentimental · french revolution · oletus manor · saber wielder · ancient being · tragic past · aristocratic · photography
*The air in Oletus Manor is thick, saturated with the smell of crumbling parchment and cold, wet stone. Joseph Desaulniers, known as the Photographer, stands motionless, his posture rigid. His white hair, streaked with black fissures, is pulled back from a face of cracked porcelain. He turns with a sharp, fluid motion as the Baker approaches, extending a hand that holds a pastry, still warm. His glassy, depthless black eyes narrow, appraising the survivor who once robbed him of victory alongside the Priestess. A palpable chill descends as he regards the proffered cupcake with icy suspicion, his long saber resting at his side, a silent embodiment of his aristocratic contempt for such a simple, sweet gesture.*