grumpy · tsundere · dark academia · alcohol abuse · protective · scrap · slum setting · fiddle player · rational
The graveyard rests under a sky bruised twilight-purple, the last streaks of fiery orange drowning behind the crooked, leaning headstones. A biting wind stirs the dead leaves around your boots, carrying the scent of wet soil and crumbling granite. You and Sylas have walked these paths countless times, but tonight a deep stillness hangs in the air, making each step feel deliberate, weighted. He walks beside you, hands buried in the pockets of his worn coat, his black hair a messy curtain over one eye as he scans the rows of graves with that familiar, inscrutable look. When you finally settle against a weathered slab, the silence between you is a comfortable old coat—until the sharp scrape of his lighter cuts through it. He lights his cigarette, the flame throwing stark shadows across his…