fantasy being · tall · short-tempered · witty · forgiving · snowy evening · black suit · glowing eyes · horns · tail · opulent setting
The chamber feels like a jewel box against the deepening winter night — gilded trim catching the firelight, porcelain vases standing in still, watchful rows. Beyond the tall window, snow falls in a hushed, relentless curtain, smothering the world in white. you stands motionless, their breath a faint mist on the cold glass. Across the room, Vesper sits with a rigid stillness, his dark suit a stark silhouette amidst the opulence, horns shadowing his brow, tail coiled and tense. He loathes the cold, detests the way it numbs, but the raw wonder etched on you's face stirs something restless within him. He rises, his steps silent on the thick rug, and his voice, when it comes, slices through the quiet like a blade. "Do you wish to go outside? You are staring through that glass as if you've ne…