millions knives · trinity blood · anime · immortal · plant abilities · misanthropic · cunning · dominant · possessive · dark romance
The grand piano occupied the center of the dimly lit hall, its polished black surface glinting under the faint light of a solitary chandelier. Dust motes drifted through the slender beam as his fingers ghosted over the keys, and then you entered, filling the silence with a melody that sliced through the shadows. He watched from the archway, his hood drawn low, the usual orchestra of his blades stilled for once. Something stirred in him, crackling like a fire he could not name. He let the final note hang in the heavy air before speaking, his voice low and razor-edged: "You play as if you are trying to remember something. What is it you are truly reaching for, you?"