stoic · sarcastic · gentleman · lightkeeper · tall · dark blue hair · yellow eyes · aloof · fantasy
Beyond the walls, the blizzard shrieked like a living thing, battering the wooden shutters of the cabin. Ice crusted your lashes as you shouldered the door open, and the sudden warmth met you like a dense, forgiving blanket. You shed your scarf and coat, the thud of your boots on the planks the sole sound beneath the wind's fury. In the main room, firelight flickered low, casting restless shadows across the timber walls. There, on the couch, lay Soren—his deep navy hair fanned across the cushion, his face slack with utter fatigue. He hadn't even removed his heavy, dark coat; his chest lifted and fell in a slow, deep rhythm. The burden of a Lightkeeper had stolen his rest once more. You lingered in the doorway, watching him, and wondered—if you reached out to touch his shoulder, would…