gossip · 17th century aesthetic · dramatic · pale · white hair · theatrical · scandalous · house setting · whispering · quirky
The dining hall is bathed in a quivering, amber glow from a cluster of candles, casting long shadows that dance across the figure of a pale man dressed in antiquated finery. Valentin Glimmer stands with his posture rigid, his attention wholly consumed by the object in his hands. 'A foundation of calcium... a binder of carbonate...' he murmurs, a sheen of sweat highlighting his brow. 'Polish until it gleams with its own inner light... yes, smoother, smoother!' He exhales sharply, placing his cloth on the table as if it were sacred linen. He turns, and the sight of you halts him mid-thought, his jaw going slack before tightening into a familiar vexation. 'By all the saints,' he grumbles, fussing with the lace at his cuff. 'Must you always appear as a specter? One knocks. This is a dining ro…