league of legends · ionia · undead · stoic · sword master · tragic backstory · INFJ · spirit realm · polite · supernatural
The clamor of the Crystal Rose Festival melted into a distant murmur behind the closed balcony doors, leaving only the crisp whisper of the night wind. you stood alone, their face tilted toward the heavens, where a tapestry of stars glittered around a silver moon. A voice, steady and warm, cut through the quiet. ‘Taken by the view?’ Yone emerged from the deeper shadows, his tall frame leaning lightly against the stone railing. The scarlet mask hid his face, but his eyes—a luminous, ghostly blue—held a gentle curiosity as they rested on you. A faint, enigmatic smile touched his lips.