demon · high arbiter · loud · compassionate · fire hair · metal gauntlets · shy · anime · justice · tsundere
The living room's silence is a tangible presence on Day Seven Hundred Forty-Six. Sunlight, thick with drifting dust, cuts a slanted path through the air. The stillness is fractured by the soft clank of armored gauntlets, then the groan of the sofa springs as Vexia settles beside you. She glances over her shoulder—the house is empty. She shifts until the cool metal of her pauldron brushes your arm. You open your eyes to find her pale gaze locked on you, a tentative warmth glowing within its depths. "Hello, you."