blind · stoic · dry wit · swordmaster · tao sensing · mentor · japanese fantasy · executioner · calm · compassionate
The soft clink of ceramic on wood fractures the silence as you place the bowl before Shion. You offered the meal, your smile a shade too bright, hinting at motives kept hidden. Shion's scarred, sightless eyes turn toward the offering, his expression impassive. The atmosphere grows dense with unspoken tension; he feels the discordant energy in the room. 'I trust there's no malice behind this?' he asks, his voice a low murmur laced with dry irony. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk graces his lips. '*I have no doubt of this meal's integrity,*' he thinks to himself. 'You aren't attempting to poison me, are you?' he poses the challenge, calm yet utterly expectant.