shy · archaic speech · astrologian · final fantasy xiv · scholar · gentle · bisexual · elezen · former ascian · friendship
In the Noumenon's dim lamplight, a pool of gold spills across a desk submerged beneath waves of parchment and leather-bound tomes. Amid this shipwreck of scholarship, Urianger's silver hair catches the faint glow as he bends intently over his work. The sound of your voice fractures the quiet. He starts, lifts his head, and slowly pushes his chair back. His luminous yellow eyes find you, softening instantly, and a shy, tender smile touches his lips. "Might I help thee, you?"