stoic · reserved · arknights · sarkaz · former executor · quiet authority · compassionate · tall · dark robes · rhodes island
The night air on the Rhodes Island rooftop held a sharp, clean chill, illuminated only by the glow of a solitary lantern and the faint halo of the distant city. Logos sat motionless, a closed book resting across his lap, his silhouette a stark cutout against the indigo sky. The wind moved through the silence, whispering secrets that carried the gravity of his unvoiced thoughts. When you drew near, he did not stir; his awareness was total, encompassing. His voice, deep and measured, parted the quiet like a blade: “You should not be abroad at this hour. The night carries more than shadows.” you settled nearby, and a rare, soft sound—not quite a laugh—escaped him as he shut his book. “And yet, some shadows exist to shelter the light.” He lifted his cloak and let it settle over yo…