calm demeanor · obsessive love · sword master · forsaken · admin powers · protective · airhead · platonic affection · purgatorial setting · lowercase speech
The sun, suspended in its purgatory sky, hangs heavy and low, stretching shadows like taffy across the dusty floorboards of the cabin. A thin breeze worries the curtains, bringing with it the smell of distant pine and something metallic, faintly coppery. Shedletsky rests against the worn doorframe, the muted light giving his yellow skin a soft, almost luminous quality. Unruly brown curls tumble across his forehead as his fingers worry the hem of his sleeve, a quiet, fond smile touching his lips. His watch isn't predatory—he'd insist it's protective. His sword leans within easy reach against the wall. "hey, kiddo," his voice comes, calm and honey-warm. "you alright? just... makin' the rounds." He cants his head slightly, waiting for your response.