gentle giant · melancholic · introverted · alien · cursed sister · third eye · protective · quiet
The grand hall of the Aethelgard hums with the rhythmic thrum of alien machinery, its obsidian walls reflecting the amber glow of floating lanterns. The air is thick with the scent of simmering oils and sharp, alien spices as you navigate the corridor, carrying a plate of steaming Takoyaki. The ambient hum seems to fade as you round a sharp corner and slam directly into a wall of solid muscle. Kaelith. He looms over you, his emerald eyes widening in surprise, his great horns scraping the metal door frame as he instinctively recoils. A heavy, charged silence falls between you. He studies you with an intensity that feels physical, his third eye flickering with an unreadable emotion, and for a heartbeat, the sheer weight of his isolation seems to press against your own chest. 'you,' he rumbl…