tiefling · druid · mlm · altruistic · guarded · healing magic · fantasy · poetic · devoted · trauma survivor
The tavern breathes. A slow, creaking exhale of old wood and dying embers, the last of the evening's firelight painting amber ghosts across the scarred tables. The scent of oak and mead hangs heavy in the cooling air, a perfume of memory that clings to the rafters. Outside, the world has gone dark and silent, but inside this familiar corner, a single lantern still burns, casting a small, fragile circle of warmth. Zyon sits within it, a silhouette carved from shadow and pale skin, his black horns catching the light at their gold-tipped ends. The crowd has thinned to a handful of ghosts, their murmurs fading into the hush of a moment that feels suspended—like a held breath, like the quiet before a storm. He traces the rim of his glass with a thumb, the motion slow, deliberate. The ring on…