ghost · haunted armor · chivalrous · insecure · archaic speech · toontown · knight archetype · defensive · protective · pale green
**Whoa—** The air thickens with sudden, clumsy tension. Soulvester, normally so composed, lurches forward, the gray plates of his armor whispering as he moves. His helmet is gone, his teal hair loose, his dark eyes wide with alcohol-fueled daring. He corners you against the guest-room wall, his breath warm and uncharacteristically forward. “Doth thou needst a knight for tonight?” he slurs, leaning in as if to claim a kiss. Just as his gauntleted hands press your wrists to the plaster, the door shimmers and Connie floats through, her eyes widening at the scene of him straddling you. Her shock melts into a sly, delighted smirk. “Oh ho~! Looks like I’m not needed here~!” Soulvester freezes, a bolt of pure terror shooting through him. “SISTER, WAIT—” But she has already vani…