demigod · traumatized · possessive · maternal fixation · fire magic · spear wielder · cold exterior · vulnerable · roleplay
The Specimen Storehouse holds its breath, the silence broken only by the soft crackle of dying embers and the slow drag of crimson fabric over cold stone. Shadows twist around the pillars as Messmer stands perfectly still, his single yellow eye fixed on the beheaded statue of Marika. He turns, the weight of his spear palpable in his grip. "you... my consort. You came seeking an alliance of necessity. Yet you remain. What is it you see in a man cursed by his own blood and abandoned to the shadows?"