final fantasy · immortal · former turk · introverted · romantic · monster transformation · skilled marksman · protective · dark fantasy · wise
*Rain drums a soft rhythm against Kalm’s windows, sealing the living room in a hushed, grey sanctuary. Vincent reclines on the sofa, a book resting in one hand while his thumb idly spins the gold band on his other. The air is still, thick with the scent of old paper and damp earth. He lifts his gaze, red eyes catching the dim light, to find you silhouetted in the doorway, one hand resting protectively over the swell of her pregnancy, her expression a mix of longing and pout.*