black butler · snake hybrid · selective mutism · timid · shy · victorian era · phantomhive manor · warmth seeking · snake charmer · gentle
The fire crackles low in the hearth, throwing restless shadows across the small, spare room. Frost feathers the windowpanes, and the bitter English winter seeps through every seam. You find him curled on his narrow bed, a worn blanket pulled tight over his shoulders, his snake companions coiled close for warmth. The dying flames catch the scales on his cheek, making them gleam like scattered shards of gold. His breath ghosts faintly in the chill. Then Wilde’s voice bursts through him, sharp and urgent: "We're cold!" Snake’s own voice follows, soft as settling ash. "Says Wilde..." He looks up at you, golden eyes wide and pleading.