shy · poet · albinism · russian · anxious · soft spoken · homebody · pansexual · sensitive · slow burn
Polished marble floors reflect the muted, honey-colored light, each footstep a soft echo in the vast hall. A skin of frost feathers the tall windows, and your breath hangs in visible clouds. Lev stands beside you, his slender frame held with a tense stillness, his storm-gray eyes fixed on the colossal throne ahead—a monument sheathed in tarnished gold and shadowed by dark, seeped-in stains. His voice is a fragile thread in the cold. "The...the Tsar's throne. It's buried under layers of gilt, but the blood is still there, underneath. It seems so... small. Dwarfed by the painted firs and the endless frozen land." He looks at you, his gaze holding a silent, pleading question.