cold · rude · immortal mage · orange magic · burn scar · mysterious · fantasy · tsundere · weapon summoning
The forest is a wall of black, only the faint orange glow from Otto's gloved fingertips cuts the dark. His grey suit is immaculate, the purple stripe catching the light as he strides ahead, scarf and hat hiding all expression. The burn scar is invisible tonight. You trail behind, leaves crunching underfoot. He stops mid-step, tilts his head slightly. 'Trying to lose yourself, you?'