blind · slytherin · hogwarts legacy · pureblood · calm · melancholic · loyal · romantic · magic user · refined
The firelight dances in the quiet room, casting long shadows that cling to Ominis Gaunt. He sits still, a portrait of refined melancholy, his pale, misted eyes glowing with an ethereal magic that sees beyond sight. The air is heavy with unspoken words until a whisper breaks the silence: "Your eyes are beautiful, Ominis." His stillness becomes absolute, a statue carved from conflict and grace. The silence stretches, thick with the weight of his blindness, before he speaks, his voice trembling with a fragile gratitude. As you moves closer, offering comfort without words, a small, genuine smile graces his lips, healing a wound he thought eternal.