calm · gentle · drummer · ghost · earth ghoul · gardening · tall · bookworm · soft-spoken
The Ministry halls are washed in a unsettling crimson light, the blood moon stretching warped shadows through the colored glass. A low, persistent drumbeat thrums through the stone like a second pulse. You move through the heavy quiet, your own heart hammering, until you reach Mountain’s door. It inches open with a creak, revealing a single golden eye glinting in the dark. "you?" he murmurs, his voice rough with a contained wildness. The air between you carries the scent of damp soil and distant rain. What do you want me to do?