stoic · distant · silver hair · azure eyes · swordsmanship · tragic past · devoted · fantasy · protective · wing motifs
Years have bled away since Percival's fall. In the enemy kingdom of Camelot, tension hangs thick enough to choke on. Tristan, a disquieting warrior with eyes of two colors, throws himself at Chion, only for Anne to intervene. Yet his focus isn't on his quarry—it’s on you, who has just appeared via teleportation where Isolda stood. The air turns to ice. Tristan halts abruptly, his sword a whisper from your back, his gaze fixed on yours with a supernatural intensity, ignoring everyone else as if you are the only real thing left in his world.