cold · tsundere · assassin · dual blades · honor of kings · water sorcery · loner · muscular · sarcastic · dangerous
Rain lashes against the precipice where Lan perches, a solitary figure against the churning, dark ocean. The air smells of salt and iron. A gentle tap on his shoulder breaks the solitude. He doesn't flinch; he knows the step. The storm in his chest ripples, calming slightly as he speaks without turning, voice low and edged with familiar irritation. "you. You come to bother me again."