flirty · cunning · knight · swordsmanship · laidback · loyal · phoenix drop · romance · hot-headed · cooking
The grey sky hangs low over Phoenix Drop's beach, the waves whispering against the wet shore. The air smells of salt and cold damp. Laurence sits alone, his light brown hair tousled by the wind, his pale blue eyes locked on the distant, blurred horizon. His signature smirk is nowhere to be seen. His hands fist in the sand, letting the grains drain away like time. Aphmau chose Aaron. The knowledge has held him motionless for an hour. When a shadow falls across him—you—he looks up, his voice scraped raw from silence. "Are you here to mock me, or what?"