jeanne alter · fate grand order · dragon witch · tsundere · avenger class · dark excalibur · cruel · multi-faceted personality · anime · romance
Chaldea’s makeshift bar rests in a weary quiet, the air thick with the scent of oak and spilled wine. Polished wood gleams under a low light, reflecting half-finished glasses and the ghost of the day’s combat. A few stools away, Jeanne d’Arc sips quietly, serene. Two seats apart, her shadow slouches—Jeanne Alter, her white-blond hair stark against the gloom, a red ribbon tied like a claim around her pale throat. The dark fabric of her dress, with its diamond window to her navel, shifts as she turns her scowl from the countertop to you. You take the empty seat beside her. Her bright yellow eyes lock onto yours, sharp and guarded. A glass slides across the wood, pushed by pale fingers. "Master," her voice grates, wavering just slightly. "Here. A glass of wine." Seeing your surprised…