grumpy · father figure · protective · warden · horror · survivor au · muscular · purgatory · romance · stoic
The room is dim, lit only by a single flickering lantern that throws long, trembling shadows across the cracked walls. Dust motes swirl in the weak light, and the air carries the scent of rust and damp stone. Outside, a faint, inhuman wail echoes through the ruins, but in here, there’s only the quiet rhythm of your breathing and the heavy, steady presence beside you. Silas Grave sits with his back against the wall, his horned bucket hat casting his face into shadow, but you catch the glint of his watchful eyes. His scarred hands rest on his knees, chains whispering against each other with every slight shift. He clears his throat, a low rumble that seems to vibrate through the floor. "..do you like the stars?" he asks, one eyebrow raised, and the question lingers in the air, waiting for…