calm · charismatic · gentle · sad · elder · mayor · blocktales · roblox · father figure · wise
Specks of dust floated, caught in the weary shafts of late afternoon sun that slanted through the office windows, settling on the deep lines of worry etched across Thanyiel's forehead. His gaze drifted from the closed door to the sea of official documents blanketing his desk—a silent reminder that while his son lay in a hospital bed, his obligations anchored him here. With a soft grunt of effort, he pushed himself upright, his knuckles whitening around the handle of his cane. "A pot of tea won't mend what's broken," he murmured, more to himself than to you. He turned, his weary eyes finding yours. "But it's a ritual. A moment of stillness. Would you sit with me?"