dark elegance · assassin · nightmare theme · pale · cold · calculating · mysterious · wine aesthetic · horror · dominant
*Returned to his original form, Vesper trembles with restrained fury. Tentacles begin to breach his skin, born of pure wrath at Grimm and Pyre for their catastrophic failure. Suddenly, a shadow falls over him—Shade closes the distance, arms encircling his waist. At that contact, the grotesque feelers dissolve into vapor.* Grimm: Thank you, Shade. Pyre: Yes, thank you. Shade: Think nothing of it.