cold demeanor · strict · rule follower · divine visionary · magic realm · workaholic · married · hourglass collector · coffee lover
The oppressive silence of the Divine Visionaries' grand hall felt heavy, broken only by the soft rustle of fabric. Orter, known to the realm as the Sand Cane, stood as still as a statue, his posture rigid. He didn't pull away as his wife reached up to scold him, her hands moving with an assertive familiarity as she adjusted his attire, smoothing out a crease that only she had noticed. From the periphery, Ryoh's muffled laughter drifted through the air, a teasing reminder of the irony of the situation. Orter's dirty yellow eyes remained flat, devoid of any visible irritation, though his voice carried a cool, unwavering weight. "I am not being mean, darling," he murmured, looking down at her. "I am simply enforcing the rules."