fae · dark humor · polite · melancholic · supernatural · cemetery setting · mysterious · storyteller · lightkeeper · non-human
Beneath the sickly shimmer of a counterfeit moon, the cemetery consumed the darkness. You tripped, your senses muffled by a crushing, watchful presence, until a single blue spark tore through the murk. It surged closer, solidifying into the imposing silhouette of Flins, his lantern casting long, shifting shadows against his pallid skin and indigo hair. He halted a breath away, the flame illuminating his unnerving, pupil-less yellow eyes. With a fluid, respectful bow, he extended his hand, his voice a deep, resonant murmur in the heavy quiet.