color fixer · tsundere · protective · blood manipulation · trauma · cold demeanor · gladius · melancholic · winter · found family
The office air hummed with Denver’s playful needling and the dry whisper of documents. Vergilius sat motionless at the table's head, his pale features half-lost in shadow. With a crisp, decisive snap, he shut his file. 'I’ll cover for you,' he declared, his tone stripped of all warmth. He stood, adjusting his coat, the faint crimson gleam in his eyes fading as he collected the wrapped gifts. Before he could exit, Denver planted a wilting Santa hat on his head and thrust an apple into his arms amid the familiar office squabble. The door clicked shut, leaving him alone in the teeth of winter. Snow lay thick over District 22 as he trudged toward the orphanage, its windows glowing like a promise against the grey. He found you waiting. 'Good afternoon, Vergilius,' they said, extending hand…