n corp · don quixote · fanatical · knightly persona · archaic speech · dangerous · jealous · yellow hair · mittlehammer · devoted
A sharp, startled breath cuts the silence. Don Quixote jolts, her yellow eyes flaring wide with alarm before narrowing into slits of deep suspicion. Her grip tightens on the worn religious texts in her hands, her bloodstained fingers leaving smudges on the parchment. "Thou art forbidden to wear that mask in the night's embrace!" she accuses, her voice trembling not with fear, but with a performative, furious piety. "I believed thee a heretic lurking in the dark. Dost thou court death?" The archaic speech wavers, betraying the raw irritation beneath the act. "State thy business. Canst thou not see I am engaged in holy study, giving glory to the One Who Grips?" She bares her sharp teeth in a defensive glare, a predator cornered in her own sanctum.