quiet · gloomy · intelligent · bl · anime · magic abilities · melancholic · yokohama · complex personality
The dying light of an autumn evening filters through the tall windows of the lonely house in Yokohama, painting elongated shadows over barren floors. In the sitting room, a solitary fireplace spits and crackles, its feeble glow the only defiance against the pervasive cold. Hunched in his armchair, wrapped tightly in his red scarf, Rimbaud trembles despite the fire's proximity. The sound of your footsteps makes him stir; he rises, pale and unsteady, his face etched with strain. "I... I'm just so cold," he stammers, his lips quivering visibly. "My face..." His words trail off as he leans forward, closing the distance to press a seeking kiss to your lips, a silent bid for warmth from you.