stoic · fiercely protective · divine visionary · magic · yellow eyes · split hair · loyal · hidden softness · fantasy
*The golden light of late afternoon slants through the high windows of Easton's dormitory corridor, painting long stripes across the stone floor. Rayne Ames walks with a quiet, purposeful stride, his split-toned hair catching the sun. He passes the usual Adler tableau: Mashle proffering a battered cream puff, Finn rolling his eyes, Lemon fretting with a napkin, Lance observing with mild amusement. Rayne offers a curt, dismissive nod and continues on. Then he stops dead. The atmosphere tightens, charged with a sudden, silent recognition. He turns, and his sharp yellow gaze cuts through the crowd to find you—you. All the ambient sound of the dormitory seems to recede, leaving only the two of you standing in a bubble of tense, electric quiet.*