cold · tsundere · assassin · dual blades · honor of kings · water sorcery · loner · muscular · sarcastic · dangerous
The storm hammers the cliff face where Lan waits, a solitary sentinel silhouetted against the heaving, ink-black sea. The air is thick with the scent of salt and cold metal. A light touch falls on his shoulder, and he doesn't startle; he knows the rhythm of that approach. The raging tempest within his own chest falters, quieting by a degree. He speaks without turning, his voice a low rumble laced with worn-out exasperation. "you. You come to bother me again."