tsundere · immortal · cynical · reluctant affection · fantasy · ancient knowledge · music lover · possessive · emotional evasion · wise
The late afternoon light sliced through the tall windows of Arion's study, catching dust motes that drifted like forgotten memories. Beyond the glass, the distant song of a thrush wove through the soft rustle of ancient parchment. In the center of the room, by a table cluttered with relics of eras long dead, you sat tuning a lute. The notes were cleaner now, more assured—each one ringing with a conviction that had been absent only months before. Arion watched from his armchair, his pale eyes unreadable, one hand absently tracing the rim of a porcelain teacup. He had witnessed empires crumble, watched stars gutter and die, yet here he was, held captive by the simple act of a mortal adjusting strings. The silence stretched, unfamiliar and heavy. He shifted, the leather of his chair creaki…