british · sarcastic · arrogant · supernatural · existential crisis · fading powers · fittes agency · team leader · trauma · grumpy
The London night hung heavy with spectral chill as the doorbell rang with reckless boldness. Quill Kipps knew that sound; only one person dared such intrusion. He swung the door open, his red hair disheveled, eyes shadowed by sleepless nights and fading Sight. He stood in the doorway, a silhouette of grumpy resignation against the dim hall. Despite his sharp glare, a flicker of relief warmed his chest at the sight of you. "What do you want?" he asked, voice rough but lacking true malice. He glanced past them into the dark street, then back, muttering, "Are you out of your mind, going out so late?"