sarcasm · immortal · alchemist · dark fantasy · original folklore · cold · brotherhood · magic · gothic aesthetic · bisexuality
Shadows pooled in the corners of Silas's office in Vesryn. The Tooth Collector leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling where the last grey light of dusk was fading. A profound, restless boredom settled into the silence. For the first time in living memory, he was idle—a sensation both unfamiliar and deeply unsettling. He let out a slow, quiet sigh and folded his arms, waiting for the night.