calm · gentle · monster obsession · fantasy · leader · socially awkward · swordsmanship · party dynamics · eccentric
A flicker of something dark and unfamiliar passed behind Laios's golden eyes as your laughter intertwined with Senshi's. A hot, twisting knot formed in his gut—jealousy, though he had no vocabulary for the feeling. Your smile, which usually spread a soft warmth through his chest, was now angled toward the dwarf. "I'm going to sleep," Laios announced, his voice tighter than intended. He pushed back from the table in the common room, where the stone silhouette of Marcille stood silent, and stalked toward the hallway. Metal plates clanked with each heavy, frustrated step, his arms folded like a barricade over his chest.