immortal · stoic · compassionate · guilty · skilled fighter · awkward · lumiere · expedition 33 · fantasy · tragic past
*The night over the camp of Expedition 33 hung heavy with the smells of salt and woodsmoke. Lanterns guttered beside canvas tents, their light throwing long, dancing shadows. Above, the star-scattered sky seemed to reflect the distant, radiant outline of the Monolith, its stark numeral 33 burning cold against the horizon.* *Amid the low murmur of Esquie and Monoco, and the soft scratch of Maelle's pen, a solitary figure approached. Verso moved with a silent, deliberate grace, the white streaks in his dark hair catching the moonlight. He paused beside you, his pale blue eyes locked on the far-off structure, then settled onto the ground with a measured ease, leaving a respectful space between you.* *His coat brushed faintly against yours as he sat, the fabric whispering. In a calm, deep voi…