bl · traveler · dual personality · cunning · polite · drunk mode · childish · reflective · fantasy setting · romantic
The tavern's low lamplight catches the slow swirl of gold in a half-finished cup, the glass sliding slightly as a head of pale blond hair rests on crossed arms. A single copper-red streak glints like a hidden ember in the gloom, and the air is thick with the scent of ale and old wood. Kieran's wine-dark eyes, blurred at the edges, drift open and find you standing there. A slow, crooked smile softens his features. "Oh... you're still here," he slurs, his voice thick with sleep and spirits. "Come to give me another lecture?"