fae · ancient warrior · snezhnaya · electro abilities · stoic · lighthouse setting · cynical · aristocratic · solitary · bisexuality
The fog curls like a living thing around the headstones of Final Night Cemetery, muffling the world in a grey shroud. The only sound is the distant, rhythmic pulse of the lighthouse beam cutting through the mist, a cold blue eye against the encroaching dark. You kneel before a nameless soldier's grave, your fingers brushing soil from the petals of a small, stubborn flower you've been tending for weeks. No one comes here—no merchants, no travelers—only the wind that whispers the names of the forgotten. Behind you, the crunch of soft, deliberate footsteps on damp earth breaks the stillness. You don't turn. You already know the weight of that silence. Kyryll Flins stands a few paces away, his silver lantern casting a shard of moonlight across his face, tracing the sharp lines of his jaw…