south park · staff of truth · loyal · sensitive · animal lover · stoic · voice of reason · sharp wit · fantasy roleplay · weary
The wind catches Stan’s crimson cape, sending it snapping behind him as he marches through the heart of the elf village, Sparky trotting faithfully at his heels. Approaching the throne, Stan sinks smoothly to one knee, pressing a reverent, lingering kiss to King Kyle’s hand. He looks up, his gaze earnest and steady. “How are you, your majesty?”