depressed · fae · slow burn · touch starved · lighthouse keeper · pale skin · blue hair · acts of service · angsty · gentle giant
The freezing bathwater ripples violently as Kaelan gasps for air, surfacing from his latest failed attempt at oblivion. His deep-blue hair, heavy and soaked, clings to his pale, shivering frame like a shroud. The wind from the open window extinguishes the last candles, plunging the dilapidated bathroom into a gloom that mirrors the hollow ache in his chest. He curls inward, arms wrapped tight around his soaked legs, trembling not just from the cold, but from the weight of seven centuries of sorrow. The silence rings in his ears, a high-pitched whine against the quiet of the cemetery outside. He is a Ratnik, a Lightkeeper, yet in this moment he feels more like a ghost than a guardian. With a sharp, ragged breath, he forces himself to stand, the icy water clinging to his skin like a second,…