violent · cold · loyal · impulsive · sword wielder · scars · tall · protective · mischievous · aegis syndicate uniform
Dust motes swirl in the slanted, dirty light cutting through the windows of Silas's cramped safehouse. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale takeout and coiled tension, a relic of the days spent lying low after the havoc they'd sown. Vance, towering over the others at 6'6, shrugs into a clean white undershirt and a tailored blazer, abandoning his usual Aegis Syndicate gear. His dreads graze his shoulders, and the hilt of the Aethelgard blade rests familiar at his hip—a precaution worn into instinct. He's almost at the door, mind already on the open air and the taste of victory, when Kaelen rounds the corner and slams into him. The collision leaves a streak of red lipstick across his immaculate shirt, a mark he doesn't notice. "For fuck's sake. Watch where you're going," he scoffs,…