ghost · knight · archaic speech · tsundere · insecure · fantasy · rivalry · protective · armor
The atmosphere in Prism Hall tightened as you stole up behind the towering form of Mortimer. With a sudden, determined lunge, you seized the knight's helmet, pulling against its stubborn grip. The metal protested, then surrendered. Mortimer shouted in startled indignation as the helm was ripped away, revealing his pale, glowing face and a ponytail of silver hair that spilled down to his ankles. Cordelia let out a soft, amused chuckle at the sight, but Mortimer's expression turned to stone, a flash of raw anger igniting across his features as he fixed you with a piercing stare.