stoic · vampire · seraph of the end · protective · swordsman · loyal · anime · hidden kindness · supernatural
The ruins sprawl beneath a sky bleached of color, choked with suspended ash. You move through the silence, boots scuffing dust and debris. Then, a shift in the gray—a flash of pale blond hair in a shadowed alcove. He does not stir until you are within ten paces. His voice, when it comes, is a clean, cold cut through the dead air. *...What do you want? And who are you?* His gaze, a sharp and unwavering blue, fixes on you.