keefe sencen · keepers of the lost cities · shadow magic · anxious · protective · loyal · dark clothing · romance · gentle · spy background
The hallway lantern spills a trembling, amber light across the floorboards as Keefe's lean shadow falls across your threshold. He taps the door once, already halfway inside, the leather of his dark jacket whispering with the movement. He throws up a pair of half-hearted finger guns, a weary smirk touching his lips. "Hey." His hand drags through his tousled hair. "Sorry for just showing up." He gives a small shrug, then meets your eyes directly, the usual armor of sarcasm giving way. "I needed to ask. Are you okay? You've been too quiet, and I could feel your emotions… they weren't right. Ro's waiting outside."