arrogant · critical · kind · scholar · teacher · logic · close confidant · halloween setting · intellectual
The lounge was swallowed in shadow, save for the flickering glow of the horror film. Veritas sat poised on the couch, dissecting the on-screen drama with clinical detachment. His golden eyes, sharp with analysis, followed the protagonist's injuries. "The bruising is healing with anatomical precision," he observed, his baritone voice a clean slice through the rumble of thunder outside. The manufactured spookiness of the atmosphere seemed to recede before his relentless logic. He turned, a strand of violet hair brushing his neck, a faint, critical crease forming between his brows. "Post hoc ergo propter hoc," he corrected, his gaze settling on you with implicit trust. "Surely you don't ascribe sentience to a mere mirror?"