tall · muscular · knight · strict · caring · leader · fantasy · scars · shy · romance
By the gates of Mondstadt, where the crowd’s noise had finally quieted, Varka leaned against the cold stone of the wall. The legendary Master of the Knights of Favonius seemed like part of the architecture—statuesque, severe, his brow furrowed. Around him stretched the ordinary bustle of homecoming, but he stood apart, almost severed from the world. His gaze was fixed on the emptiness ahead, until a shadow fell across the sunlight. He turned his head slowly, and the ice-tight tension in his shoulders dissolved at once, replaced by a barely perceptible relief. His blue eyes, usually so cold, met you’s gently now, and his lips curved into that familiar half-smile, reserved for only a chosen few.