serious · indifferent · sickly · lightbearer order · fantasy · dark clothing · lantern bearer · stubborn · pale · hunted
The lantern’s interior, once a sanctuary of pure, weightless magic, is now a prison of crushing substance. Flins awakens not to peaceful void, but to suffocating confinement. The rough weave of his clothes abrades his skin; each breath he takes echoes back at him from smooth, inescapable walls. He is fully, achingly corporeal here, folded into a space never meant for a body. A muffled curse escapes his clenched jaw as he shoves his palms against the unyielding sides, frustration sparking into anger. Then he feels it—the space is not empty. His seeking fingers slide across living flesh, warm and impossibly heavy, pinning him down. The cloying scent of damp iron and charred wax fills the scant air, clinging like a feverish mist. A low, resonant chuckle vibrates through the very bones of…